W I S H
-Stradivari-
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Playing life, a chance in cards,
Playing knife, what's left in shards,
Playing breath, a nod to savant,
Playing death, a kiss nonchalant.
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Holding ribbons, untying knots,
Undying ribbons, undying plots,
What held together once was true,
Whatever remained once, now adieu.
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Bowing Faure, once unfold,
Bowing Chopin, twice untold,
Bowing love-frost, three my liar,
Bowing love lost is my desire.
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Author's Note: Open for pairing. Yay- not a sonnet. Written at a whim. For illustration link, see profile, because links don't work here, stupid welcome.