My arms ache
My fingers bleed
But I can't stop the music
Can't quench the need
It flows gently through me
Like a graceful stream
Carrying me along
Light as a dream
Drifting through time
It drowns out my fears
Fully at it's mercy
My will it steers
The sleek wood
Arouses my senses
The course strings
Forget all pretenses
A first-time addiction
Never quite satisfied
You won't make it stop
Once it's inside
True True True, Addiction's Suck! ! But can also be 'Good'... Too good.: D
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I would like to translate this poem
Addiction, no matter what it is, it's hard to beat. Good poem Melvina