The Virile Violin
"What is this strange place we find ourselves in
Trapped in the open, we are free within”
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Stars shine in the milky way, weaving
a matrix of how you say it
moving your tongue, I watch through the lips
In the ocean bay, dawn lifts the night
leading our eyes to the mystic sight
The little cones reveal, raising bowls
Yellow, red, and green scents for our soul
Birds feeding their young
The day unfolds in its own matrix
Your tapping fingers, the hashish
the virile violin playing
Debris of Ukraine nonetheless
April 5, 2022
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2022
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