Seven Violins

Words tucked behind chapped lips, 

teary eyes  barely curtaining truth.

The touch of a hand, a lifting glance.

It’s known, it’s old, it’s new.

I listen to your eyes intently, your eyes.

In those eyes, seven violins play

And without an end, we begin again.

~A~

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