The Violin

She plays a love song to the waves

as they gently kiss the sand;

She plays a waltz to the palm trees

as they dance in unison;

She plays a lullaby to the setting sun

as its light slowly fades into darkness;

She plays a song for me,

her melody is my sanity

on this barren island.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

skittlepie551

I love your poem!!!

 

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