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Title: Perception
Author: david r. evans
Date Submitted: 5/8/2007
Email: rushton82000@yahoo.com

 
Poem: Plurality of love is often contrary
The visions we see are never real
Perception tells us love is sure
Though convoluted hearts can never be pure

Violins spell romance so many will say
But even in death they abundantly play
Souls can dance as long as they are here
But where there is mischief, danger is near

Constant bombardment from renegade hearts
Spin like tornados scattering parts
Spots of existence that carry sweet memories
Are scattered like ashes from worn down emery’s

Ring, ring, ring, there goes the phone
The sound of disaster, caller unknown
Off in the distance I hear a fiddle
A mandolin player singing a riddle

Coughing madly as he plucks and moans
Much more beautiful than a violin's tones...