Viola Symphony

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Love

Torn silk and tattered remains

Of a fallen forgotten place

The memories are lurking

So are the pains



Heated emotions poured over ice

Vibrations of the viola strings

The soul is awakened

So are the pains



Gripping reality of plunging death

To start over is absurd

The dreams are drem't

So are the pains



A strong embrace of lovers

Kisses welcomed by both

The love is mutual

So are the pains

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Q: How do you know when you are done a poem? A: How do you know when you are done making love?

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