Where Violins WeepA Poem by PeteSuch is beauty ever,-neither here nor there, now nor then,-neither in Rome nor in Athens, but wherever there is a soul to admire. - Thoreaunow with spent age i cling to a vision of your eternal, remembered beauty kiss me hard hug me long play the lost notes of a minstrel's melancholy song in washed sand castles and ivory towers forgotten in faded years, remembered in dire hours as weeds wither and the placard of our song flowers as bellowing thunder claps and whispering rain showers in a place where forever is short and now is long show me what cratered time and cavernous hearts are for at least until my days are no more tell my why folded hands and bent knees pray assure me that tomorrow won't be just another cloudy day here, lost in the fray where violins weep as they play .
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5 Reviews Added on February 14, 2023 Last Updated on February 16, 2023 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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