Hear the Cry of the Violin

A sobbing of
the bow-stroked stings.
Thicken the air
and choke with grief.

What sad songs
this instrument plays
worthy to ode
to Tragedy.

Tears roll down a hardened cheek;
slender bow lifts,
and then...
en fin.

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