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Poem Details
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| Title: | Perception |
| Author: | david r. evans |
| Date Submitted: | 5/8/2007 |
| Email: | rushton82000@yahoo.com |
| Poem: |
Plurality of love is often contrary The visions we see are never real Perception tells us love is sure Though convoluted hearts can never be pure Violins spell romance so many will say But even in death they abundantly play Souls can dance as long as they are here But where there is mischief, danger is near Constant bombardment from renegade hearts Spin like tornados scattering parts Spots of existence that carry sweet memories Are scattered like ashes from worn down emery’s Ring, ring, ring, there goes the phone The sound of disaster, caller unknown Off in the distance I hear a fiddle A mandolin player singing a riddle Coughing madly as he plucks and moans Much more beautiful than a violin's tones... |