BROKEN VIOLIN by Sheila Murray

I’m standing outside
a beautiful exchange
of light and dark
All the many shades
of blue
(when you act like you don’t
care I believe you)
I’m listening to bird cry
and dog bark
thinking about your skin
your eyes your heart
A new day is being born
I offer myself
like a broken violin
knowing full well
you are no musician

Sheila is Italian/American and believes poetry is a universal language.

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