I said I would post my writing and my poetry and so i am. this is one of my first poems.
my inspiration came from watching my mentor play her violin(I play the violin too, she was my teacher.)
if you like any of my poems, and want to use them elswhere, please tell me, otherwise, copyright sarah fleischer 2008
The Violinist’s hands.
The strings are
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The throatless voice singing through the ages, sounds written deep into history’s pages
and:
See her fingers , how they fly, causing the sound of that haunting cry
Did you let your teacher read this? :)
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