The Violinist Feeling the smooth texture of the hair against the strings, The emerald velvet rests firmly against my skin. Arpeggiating these phrases, l am flowing upon a stream of bygone bliss.

The Violinist Feeling the smooth texture of the hair against the strings, The emerald velvet rests ...

Original poem that I wrote yesterday, while awake in the late hours of the night. 
by @prefrontex
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