Forest Violin

Avatar Author: Amaris Wolfe I'm just walking in circles to find my way home. Read Bio

A dark forest clearing with a beacon of light.
Moss creeps over unplucked strings, who ache
for the fingers that caressed it, enticed it to sing.
No more is it a dancer.

Insects scuttle over the heart that wants-
wants to tremor, to vibrate,
as it once did,
for the music, the dance,
that was born within it.

It lies, and it dreams
of the rhythms, the feet that-
that danced to its tune, that drummed
to its melody.

The wild music of its homeland has disappeared-
abandoned it.

The tune is dead-
no more to sing
no more to dance

Nothing is left in the wake
of such
Beauty

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