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12/4/2014
Poem - String
Birth, death Perhaps are merely The two ends of a tightly bound Throbbing, humming Yearning for a soulmate, yet hoping to break free
Shall we play a tune together? You slightly tremble The agonizing tremble of fingertips sweeps across the strings, glides past the ear Glides past the intertwining bonds of countless words
But I gently let it cease Letting the lingering echoes slowly drift away Perhaps, harmonizing is also a kind of bondage Let us choose to part ways
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