Strings of dustA Poem by ElizaB
Fingers brush strings
Entwined in life's rust, Each chord rings Out, into the dust. Disturbing the night Long after dark, Long after lost sight. In clouds, in spark. Love beneath my fingers, Love beneath my song, Long shall it linger If you stay, all along. © 2017 ElizaB |
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Added on May 31, 2017 Last Updated on May 31, 2017 Author
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