Every Stroke Of The Violin Poem by Annie Cordelia Adams
Every Stroke Of The Violin
Every stroke of the violin
in this romantic love song
is a silver twisted Dagger.
The pain is far too strong,
and the sound of the biting wind
rumors the sorrow of my laughter
Like this piece of grey art work
A sketch of my life in a single photo
Every mark, a thing I've not yet done
I see, this, when ever I look,
A field, a cup of tea, an empty book
A poem written but not yet sung
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5/8/2024 5:54:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This was a very good poem. You could see it form many stand points. keep up the good work!