She finds her solace in the strings
With bow’s caress it sweetly sings
It takes her back to better days
A smile soft, as on she plays
Within her mind, a symphony
A backward glance to days so free
As she lay it gently in it’s case
The smile slowly leaves her face
The world awaits, no time for peace
Within it’s grasp, there’s no release
The times are few and far between
A land at war calls for it’s Queen
©The Beginning At Last
The melody fades, duty calls.
Her heart, a battlefield, yearns for peace, yet the crown’s weight pulls her back.
I love this picture so much. And I really admire your ability to create such strong imagery in my head while I read your words.
I love the imagery and the loss of innocence you have portrayed in this poem ❤️
A perfect accompaniment for the Shakespeare quote – if music be the food of love play on and in times of strife the entire world needs love
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