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supersherlock Dec 2014
Hear the soothing sound
the tone of our cello
conquering all odds
all waves  our sea have had

See the amity
the bond beyond our strings
making harmony
and sense to euphony

Discern the caress
the way I held our  bow
composing colors
to notes to every sound

Felt not the bitter?
the ugly behind this
see not the wounds?
the scars of my cello

— The End —