I had heard about the opera once a very long time ago, about the beauty of the symphonies released by the strings of the violins,
But it seemed that was not the only beautiful thing the opera had to offer,
My eyes wandered from my little wooden box and stumbled upon what might be even more beautiful than the symphonies released by the violins,
Her emerald eyes smiled at me as she caught a glimpse of my stare and I could feel the hair on my skin jump from excitement,
I foresee returning to the opera but I don't think it would be for the music.
~ Robyn ~
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The heart that cried wolf
Poetry~ This book contains several write ups like the one below ~ I use to think that whatever you put into the universe would always come back to you, just like a boomerang, but not all boomerangs return to their throwers, I've played the role of putting...
