Harsh dark windy winter
with bullets attacking like
dense metal words
cold blood with each that hit
running though the forest
no direction but away
from a lonely home
the violin still plays slowly
and sad, each string shrieking
because falling tears know
the reason for escape
Sep 7, 2011
Sep 7, 2011 at 1:18 AM UTC
Harsh dark windy winter
with bullets attacking like
dense metal words
cold blood with each that hit
running though the forest
no direction but away
from a lonely home
the violin still plays slowly
and sad, each string shrieking
because falling tears know
the reason for escape