eyes closed
his nimble fingers
caress each worn string
hands weave flutter__
up and down the scales
back and forth,the bow flies
as a low mellow sound resonates
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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2 comments:
another winner.
I am loving this.I am loving how you use few words to convey much feeling.
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