From a thousand miles
She can hear the storm
Wind blowing with melodies
It's the season's best
Violets burst forth
The players bud
The band with their instruments
In full bloom
Flowers blossom
Amid violin plucking
Petals all on the ground
The string pulls such fragrance
The violent in the scent
Dry ,die and wither
Bow on the chin
The stress is greatest
As the notes hit highest
Damage all around
Slow wind with the harmony
All in the melody
©phyllrype
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