Sonata Posted bya.d.matthiasApril 20, 2018May 20, 2018Posted infree-verse, micro-poetry, micropoetry, poem, poetry, prose The weepy violin cried out With a bloody baby grand Sonata of a tear-soaked bout With blood-stained keys at hand TwitterTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Published by a.d.matthias no w here View more posts
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