THE BROKEN VIOLINA Poem by HelenaWritten for Tovli's "Menke" Contest
Morning returns me from deep slumber... awake from dreaming the same thoughts turning me away from pretence..... pounding senses to sensible seeing somehow I lost along the way of walking life's winding paths, always searching longing for a song to call my own sweet air tattered tunes with no lyrics..... drums with no drummer bother violins with broken bows bending so low angels dim the starlight void of a heavenly choir I stir and swallow this bad bitter taste of pretending life
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(c) Helena 2008 © 2008 HelenaAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on September 22, 2008 Last Updated on October 6, 2008 AuthorHelenaAustraliaAboutBorn at Sydney N.S.W. and lived there until moving near to the Gold Coast Qld. on Australias beautiful east coast. I have 3 sons, 3 grandsons and two grandaughters all who are the .. more..Writing
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