Cello Boy

Sun, 11/05/2017 - 19:59 -- jgould5

The sweet noise

Unforgettable peace with

Deep, indulgent sorrow.

And even in the joyous tunes

Plays warm from a cold, cold memory.

He sweeps the string

So as to sing

The sweet noise;

And stain your whites with tragedy.

This poem is about: 
Me

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