Violin player's eyes are starry
beauty like the glitter,
The notes take to dark-ness
strong bones don't wither
deep sea's treasures
blue and color green
inside a pirate's eyes.
Don't confuse the seasons
to chills of the Winter-time,
undecided or believe lies
Not the warmth of Bret hen.
To forgive is to take
away your sole lake
and the ruminations
of this abandoned town,
This too is a sin of pride
and vulnerability
red toxins into splashes,
echoes are the shaky sounds
Cracked smashed windows
like the dour of pavements
but the detail is amazing,
unlike a city of simplicity
drones in for a coffee,
but lets shrug off the rest.
He picks up the instrument.
So sad are the lonely strings
of his amazing skills with violin.
And now he's no longer here....
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:32 AM UTC