Tumultuous lover

The cry from the strings of the violin

Sings to its hearts chords and the depths of revolt

Fighting stance among the driven regime of threads

Forcing its song like a rape among a bounty

Its given tune ensnares the dancer, forcing limbs

In motion not natural, yet naturally given

As the design of will and bodies testament to bend

Forever encased upon the notes, immortal embrace

Hidden context soon to see through dancers eyes

In hidden trees.

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