The Lark
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The Lark

Quite a Lonely Violin

She could hear him playing it within the confines of the manor house

Photo by Drew Hays on Unsplash

She could hear him playing it
even through her quarters,
that lonely violin
speaking to her with
such lonely notes.
Even his music wouldn’t
let her have no rest.
Always playing a tune that whispered so softly to her
of an embrace she constantly ran from.
A curse of the man she could never
escape from…

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Nicole Maharaj

Nicole Maharaj

I bleed out my soul in my writing, in these pages you will find poems and short stories fantastical in nature and completely fictional. And some reviews too!