I am violin
I only sing
With a touch
I loose my value
A simple object
If not touched.
In me emotions
Are not mine
Strings are mine
To bond the ties.
Touches me the air
Touch me the
Starry nights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is beautiful when reciprocated just like this violin which sings when touched. Beautiful poem