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 DARK MELODY
The lone violin plays.
Whining it delivers alone.
Cloudy verses wander astray.
No coming into brightness.
It slowly tries to gain strength.
Not enough rhythm is there.
Nor supports any mind's length.
Dreary the melody winds.
It finds that dark clouds go by.
Lowly, a flute murmurs in.
No day to peek or pry.
Twin meanderings close abruptly.
Michaela Warren 2011
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