A little girl with hair as green as the open fields of the mountain and eyes as yellow as the bright sun sat on the edge of a circle, playing the violin on her own as people passed and walked by, not noticing her music.
She sat there, at that thin edge all day long, begging for someone to listen, but all the people kept walking and passing by, not noticing her music.
As the night fell down she still sat there on her own, her hand hurt from holding the bow, her fingers hurt from focusing the quiet notes. She looked up, only a single star remained with her as she ended playing her music. She hugged her bunny doll tight and overed herself with a piece of long fabric, resting her head on another pile of many fabrics. Maybe tomorrow it'll change?
The next day arrived and the young green-haired girl once again sat on the circle's line, people passed and walked by, not paying attention at all.
It returned every day.
No matter how much I try No one notices my violin, my music, my cry... The young girl said, her hand hurt from trying to come closer, her fingers hurt from trying to say what's in her heart; tears running down her eyes as she held the case in her hand and left the circle.
Since then she hasn't been seen and no one heard anymore the violin they've never noticed, except the single star in the sky.
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....I dunno...S:
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