Violin

Man is a violin.

A sound so deep and thin

That it shakes one’s very core

Like unseen distant shores

Of sound agonizing

The soul’s frail veil and sheen

So that his thoughts laid bare

Awake with defiant stares,

As the bow’s brush-strokes feign

Life’s melodic truth like rain.

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