![]() THE BROKEN VIOLINA Poem by Helena![]() Written 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 Author![]() HelenaAustraliaAboutBorn 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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