the violin
the violin speaks of sorrow.
it lingers in the
air.
the gentle sound of sadness,
that can no one
compare.
it breaks the heart of many.
it brings tears to the
eye.
the sweet sorrow of the violin,
that no one can
deny.
it tells the story of sadness,
the beauty of
pain,
the bittersweet melody,
that transcends all time and
space.
the violin speaks of sorrow.
we all can hear its
plea.
the sweet sorrow of the violin
not speaks of us,
but speaks of you and
me.
/молодойчеловек.
