A beautiful violin should never be discarded.
Beautiful, cherry wood
Shiny violin
Discarded
Hidden in the attic
Silence by the hands
That placed it there
Surrounded by cobwebs
Dusty, beautiful violin
Beckoning, mesmerizing me
Memories flooding my mind
Like no time has passed
Hands shaking
Slowly reaching
Reclaiming what is mine
Heart on my face
Tears flowing
My beautiful violin
Carved at the master’s hand
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