The holding of strings,
that the lonely heart longs.
The strumming goes apt,
to touch the heart’s vibes.
~~~~~
Each time the strings,
are under my fingers.
A song goes loud,
into the corners of the room.
~~~~~
The depth feeling of love,
and the feeling of hard recoveries.
The better moments sway,
and time seems to hang on.
~~~~~
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