by DevonCrowKingwoonsocket, Rhode Island, USA
Jul 2015 353 Views 0 comments
Symphony
I feel the Earth
Is the violin.
The sea is the bow.
With the pulling of the
Waves is the pulling of
The bow. One last pull
Of my waves like my
Life before the strings
Break and the wood
Of the violin is burned
To ashes.
Is the violin.
The sea is the bow.
With the pulling of the
Waves is the pulling of
The bow. One last pull
Of my waves like my
Life before the strings
Break and the wood
Of the violin is burned
To ashes.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2015
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