The Sound Of My Violin Poem by innocent rose

The Sound Of My Violin



The sound of my violin makes a story
Yet the sound have never been heard
The story have started and the end has yes to be revealed
Each string has a note and each note has an event that remains unknown
The depressed notes mean nothing when the joyful notes mean everything

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