Violin Soul Comments
Lonely violin is weeping
On my shoulder in the night,
And the notes like running tears
With my bow I will wipe.
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This is a beautiful evocation of the longing at the source of Love. Love may come and go in our lives, but longing is a permanent resident in the heart. Sometimes it sleeps and we are barely aware of it; sometimes it bursts in a fire of passion. Your poem strikes me as poised on that moment just before the fire bursts.
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7/30/2025 1:25:38 AM # 1.0.0
Very delicate and hand picked words carrying the spirit of a broken heart. Amazing impact. Thanks.