LINES OF THOUGHT © 2013

Violin, do not plead so much,

For God has already heard your pain,

In your strings, there is weeping,

But now, let it transform into love.

Weep, yes, for humanity,

That has lost its way in the shadows,

But may your notes, in softness,

Be like an embrace, a caress.

Each tear that your strings shed,

Be the lament of a world reborn,

And may your weeping, eternal violin,

Be the promise of a new dawn.

For in the sound that echoes in sorrow,

There is also hope springing forth,

And deep down, it is in its purity

That love will find its place.

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