Leaves scattered in the
Rustling of winds
What to do with this
Life
Sometimes the greatest work of all
Is to loosen the work
A masterpiece concealed
In those beauties carry hearts
Through mad avenues of minds
Sweet nothings to the ears
Of generations
Reigns reins collectively tied
As life goes on déjà vu
Becomes
In everyday occurrence
Hollowed out seen through
All the same
Once conceptualized
Déjà vu au courant
In viola convex recurrence
Now existens in silent
Sounds’ absent concave troughs
Le discours du violon
Americano tragedy
Carried like another day
Na housle je ty
Valerian of the violin
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