The nationA Poem by Scott Troy
A quartet of strings.
Smile at me and behold a man. They bring it all together. Percussion. Strings. Melody... We are a symphony. We play with one condition We will never pierce each others heart An endless concert Worth all the effort © 2018 Scott TroyReviews
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