The Violin

For Sofia.




That sweet beauty sitting upon those sands,
Breathing in that ocean air, Playing,
Hypnotic music,
Sweet violin,
Wanting to feel her breath,
To touch her,
To know her,
Taking comfort in her music,
Playing that Violin,
Scared, She ran,
Still hearing her scream,
Wanting her for my own,
So I took her,
Not forever,
But for an eternity,
As a lost soul.


Now; for my version.


Author Notes
Take great consideration in this piece.


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