Violins

I love him and it is not pretend
In fact, it is growing louder within
Many nights have passed with my compass facing him
Many dreams are dreamt where the road of him begins
Many moons have passed with him underneath my skin
Every poem he crafts – has the voice of – a thousand violins

© Delia Ross. 2019

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