When Violin Sings

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It is a feeling I had felt.
A feeling,
When it rains
May it be drizzle
May it be thunderstorm.

A scenario of my imaginations.

Submitted: August 24, 2012

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The rising sun 

punctured

the dawn sky 

with streaks of red

 

I woke up

heat splash 

right through my

being

 

Oh,

How I disrelish the sun!  

 

All chores are done dully

as if

there's no soul within my

being

 

Secretly,

I wish 

for

my favourite 

day

 

So,

I took my violin

To gently play it

 

 

 

 

When violin sings

The red sickening sky

Begins to break

Arising of the darkest hour

With its sad tasting tears

 

When violin sings

Flowers closes their windows

Pretty birds flies

To their home

 

But,

I will get out

To see the first

Droplets of diamonds

Touches my palms

 

But,

Hours has passed

Violin’s voice

Made tears falls down rapidly

Swords were clashing

Bright golden scars

breaks through

soggy black cotton clouds

 

 

I stopped her from singing

Covering my face with pillows

Not wanting to witness

the nightmare

 

when day ends,

I promise

to write a song

 

It would start gently

With my violin...

 

When violin sings

The red sickening sky

Begins to break

Arising of the darkest hour

With its sad tasting tears

 

When violin sings

Flowers closes their windows

Pretty birds flies

To their home

 

But,

I will get out

To see the first

Droplets of diamonds

Touches my palms

 

I will get out

And stay

To see the last

Tear.

 

 

 


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