Words-stringed together in rhyme,
Simple melodies I've played
or strings pulled from my own mind,
I see them again,
Behind the white-lined blackness
Of tomorrow's time...
Delineated by days and hours
And each remaining
Between two ends of a page,
Then, there is a beginning again,
A fresher place to play
An old tune refined...
As if I never heard before
And breaking through the barrier,
I resolved to try once more
To regain the reason
For believing in today again,
A purpose that seemed secure
Only yesterday!
Romeo Della Valle
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New York City
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Strings pulled from my own mind, is a wonderful start to a poem written story style. I enjoyed reading all the sentences. ten of ten