Upon the Dusk Violin
Upon the dusk violin,
Death is now but an angel,
Being moved on its strings like a harmony,
“As Pain is a beauty”
Aloft and stroking into your ears with precision.
“Just as love is a tragedy”
Being strummed perfectly,
By the violins dusked bow.
Copyright © Guy-Adler Dorelien | Year Posted 2010
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