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' The Violin ... 'Let The Music Begin From The Vibrant Violin Instrument of Intensity Sound of Lingering Urgency Like Some Slow-Burning Fire Caught Desire, On It's Wire Or Melancholy Melodies Melancholy Memories Oh, How The Resonance Ascends Whispers On Some Silken Wind Reaching Air Too Thin To Breathe But Sounds So Sweet We Can't Leave Strings Stretched Taunt To Attend Pressures and Pleasures of Men And Women's Heart-Strings Sigh The Way Only Violins Can Cry Bittersweet, Beautiful, Poignant Definite, Stringent or Valiant So Hesitant, To Let The Music End Stroke Bow To The Very End of the Visceral, Vibrant Violin Written & ©: 1/12/06 By: The MoonBee Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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