It was dark
Dark as the night
The air so still
Like marmite
A soft breeze
Tussled her dark wavy hair
She plays so beautify
As if you don't even exist.
She's like a ghost
Pale and thin
Her dress so clean
It lingers in the air
Her music vibrates a soft melody
As she plays that sweet violin.
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Oh, How Cold And Treacherous
PoetryA short poems that I hope you all like or relate to This is a picture from google.
