Every stroke of the violin <br />in this romantic love song <br />is a silver twisted Dagger. <br />The pain is far too strong, <br />and the sound of the biting wind <br />rumors the sorrow of my laughter <br /> <br />Like this piece of grey art work <br />A sketch of my life in a single photo <br />Every mark, a thing I've not yet done <br />I see, this, when ever I look, <br />A field, a cup of tea, an empty book <br />A poem written but not yet sung<br /><br />Annie Cordelia Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/every-stroke-of-the-violin/
