The sound of music bloomed
colors in a wintry empty world.
Such a silly song within me.
A violin, silent without a life.
Its beauty was locked away.
My searching gaze,
takes our love to make perfect days.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 12:04 AM UTC
The sound of music bloomed
colors in a wintry empty world.
Such a silly song within me.
A violin, silent without a life.
Its beauty was locked away.
My searching gaze,
takes our love to make perfect days.
This is a found and visual poem.