The sound of the violin gently spreads,
like a whisper caressing the heart.
A string that tells an old story,
of love, loss, and the light that endures even in darkness.
The heart trembles when the bow touches its strings, and each tone gleams like gold.
In that melody of infinity, I lose myself,
we two, bound in eternity.
It is not just an instrument,
it is an extension of my soul.
Each tone is a heartbeat of mine,
each note a sincere thought,
a sequence of feelings that never fade.
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A.Petrovski
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Comments (2)
This is so lovely
Such a beautiful way to describe this feeling. Well done.