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Violin

A Poem

By Kale SinclairPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Wrinkled edges of petals

twinkle and revel as vessels

for rebel pebbles aspiring to

reach levels of precious metals.

When dust settles like freckles on human skin,

blindness begins, causing devils armed with nonmetals

to skin the inhuman creatures lurking within.

There are fundamentals instrumental in

disassembling the potential of human sin.

Understand the influential thoughts of pencils

and your soul’s leaden stencil will be

comprehensible by masters of violins.

artperformance poetryinspirationalMental Healthnature poetryFree VerseStream of Consciousness

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Kale Sinclair

Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner

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    Written by Kale Sinclair