mourning
By jvriesema
Wed, 21 Nov 2012
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Sun-morning,
Sun-mourning.
The sky still breathes when cooling wind becomes
a composition.
Time holds still
whilst
violins echo in the beginning of a summers day.
Winter follows with every note created.
A quiet sky shares the dawn with moonlight's ever pervading rhythmic song.
Life follows the echo.
And love crosses the strings of time
always believing in the promise of another dawn,
a promise of the wind
while
violins play across my heart.
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