Alone, sad and cold

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Alone sad and cold
He plays the violin
The skeleton in his dark state with nothing in his mind.
Standing. Thinking. Playing a song of death.

In the eerie glow you see him
A light shines in the dark to show his true colors.
In the moment, he looks to his violin
He plays a flat note here and there, here and there for the dead.

A light shines in the dark to show his true colors.
His bones shaking to the beat
He plays a flat note here and there for the dead.
When you hear the sound of the violin, you know he is near.

His bones shaking to the beat
Alone, sad and cold.
When you hear the sound of the violin, you know he is near.
The skeleton in his dark state with nothing in his mind.





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buddy boy said...
Sept. 3, 2009 at 9:08 pm
Anton dispalys a great vocabulary and his thoughts and ideas glide magically and maintains the readers interest. Its almost like watching a good movie...or reading a good novel...thought provoking
 
Murphy Jo said...
Sept. 3, 2009 at 7:33 pm
I am very impressed that feelings so deep could come out of this young man. I am sure his parents are very impressed. Keep up the good work.
 
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