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Song of the Violin
December 30, 2016
You can’t play music on loose strings,
So life has tightened my chest once more
With a taut pain that nearly breaks me,
Just so it can use one of my ribs as a bow
And perform upon my heartstrings
A haunting tune that weeps the notes for me
With sorrowful beauty and raw emotion.
God used Adam’s rib to create Eve;
Life used my rib to play a tortured melody
On a heart that resounds endlessly
With the strains of its own sadness.
© Betty L., Fremont, CA
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