The violin speaks thus
Come with me
I am from Paris
The city of love
Where love birds
Rekindles their love
Stand under the street light
In the dark
Close your eyes
and listen to my melodious voice
As I take you on a journey
To the city of love.
YOU ARE READING
The memory of a lost child
PoetryThe journey of a child through nature ,tragedy that comes with love and the struggle for inner peace.
