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The Violin Song

In the grace of your undying presence Voices, all those scattered voices in me unite In the light of your abducting black eyes My bleeding heart begins to write. It is your beautiful restlessness That tears me down and builds me up It is you and your silence That flows in me. In the heat of your blazing soul My veins have hardened into steel arrows Which caress my heart to and fro Until it wails like a haunting violin.
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Written by
amrutha
25 / F / Indian
Published
Jan 3, 2015
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