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Submitted:May 10, 2008    Reads: 71    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

the crisp wood,,that echos with a sound of soft music,,, that fills the air of strings of life,, plays for me to hear,,,, i move with grace,, then sit in tears , i feel the stroke, the movement of the bow, as her hand tightens in her grip, as the passion plays with her song, i imagine her next to me, to hold her music, that's in my heart,,, with her violin,,, that she gives to me,, around the day and into the night,,, i hear her tune she plays,, as my hand feels the warmth,,,, of her graceful voice as i look upon the sky, in the distances far away i see her there, my needs are there in her with sounds of what she makes. my violin,,, that she plays, my love moves with her hands as the sun sits into the sunset, a smooth touch of her warm ivory skin, her eyes so soft like a fortune to have,, a angel i seek,, in the silver dawn,,, eases my pain i feel,, the crisp wood that is played, the beautiful angel i feel, the movement from my hand to hers and my love will be,, still,, motions of the water as the pebble dropped in, as her song will still remains the same,,,, the placement in time where we stood for life to come together, where ones meet to hold hands , where love embraces to happiness and to feel hole with yourself, i begin with thinking to where we want to go,, as i sit and look upon the water, i know she there, i feel her with me as i embrace the block that's under me, that is the first time i heard the strings of life, from my reflection from one came two, with the sweet sounds of her violin to me


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