When feelings soar up and thump on the walls of my heart, when the world around changes colour and impinges on my soul.... I take up the pen and pour my heart out.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
THE OLD MAN AND THE VIOLIN
The black veil failed to hide the tears
Even though it managed to camouflage the old man.
Even the dark waves were afraid
To splash against his feet.
The lonely beach was his only company
And his violin...
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