Take your bow,
lay it on the string,
Watch your hand,
Make sure your thumb is hidden.
Watch your left hand,
Don't let your wrist go flat,
Watch your scroll,
Keep it paralel to the ground.
Don't play an open string,
Use your fourth finger.
We used to have a spark,
But it soon left us in the dark.
So now we laugh,
Together still,
But as friends not anything more.
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PoetryThis is a mixture of poems about a few of my friends who play instruments and our relationship. So I hope you like it!