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The glamours, tuxedo looks
of the hollow wooden body
tuned perfectly with its four
strings manages to embody
a heavenly favor of sad energy
as a bow is drawn across its strings.
Its notes waltz upon my soul
and awakens and pulls against
my attuned heartstring imagery.
Its soothing chords being played
captivate, while joyful warm tears
swell and slowly flow.
Priceless, merry thoughts of my children
growing up long ago, playing ball
in the summers or on a wooden
sled in the snow.
The absents of my husband I dearly miss,
coming home exhausted from work;
I'd wrap my arms around him
then lean back and smile,
the love we had for each other.
The sad sounds the violinist awoke
from the violin as they played;
memories never to be forgotten.
8/8/2024
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2024
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