The Violin Masterpiece

THE VIOLIN MASTERPIECE

The young woman, running fast, running smooth

Like a flower

A flower, living, jumping

Showing her grace

She runs

She runs high

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A man, stepping strong

Stepping fast

Walking, wondering

He takes the violin

He plays

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A riddle

A limerick kind of riddle

Like a worm

Like an insect

Always keep on marching

Unaware, unconscious

Gradually

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Civilization

So civilized

Yet deep in its bones

Rooted, black

Its stink reaches the outer perception

The beautiful end though there IS