CelloA Poem by AnonymousI'm so into persona poems right now...Wood
Against my chest Strings Line my fingertips A bow Gripped Tightly I run it Smoothly Across Crisp Silver Strings As new, Fresh Notes Spill through nicely Arranged, a colorful tied Bouquet of emotion spills out Flooding the room, echoing through The entire house; my hands dancing across The neck of a blessed creature, singing Never has a human been able To create such beauty Without a thing such As this beautiful beast Music and sounds ebb from it's Core, rumbling the earth's surface with Nothing but it's music; nothing but it's song To flow and twirl through human ears Craving, oh how craving but to Play the perfect melody; Satisfied with Itself © 2011 AnonymousReviews
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Added on May 20, 2010Last Updated on August 8, 2011 AuthorRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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