With
one string she hopes,
She
hopes to make the best of rhythms never heard.
Inspiring
musings never heard yet powerful to entice one’s ears and mind alike
Inspiring
musings strong enough to hypnotize you and send you dreaming at the time of
day!
Tales
of the wonderful musings will draw you closer to her;
Like
a hypnotized zombie you will take strides across the street.
You
will walk from street to street tracing her by step as the sounds grow louder:
The
beautiful musings from one string-the one string on the harp.
….and
suddenly you will stop…..on the sight of this great wonder!
Tattered
clothes, bruised hands with loosely bound bandages
is what you will see covering this beautiful
slender buxom lady
With a soft light skin complexion of a
coloured and yet she’s not!
-and
with a harp by her lap left with only one string yet still hoping to produce
some great music!
Pity
and mercy is what you will feel as bouts of empathy gush through your veins
And
yet still wonder of how such great mysteries of talent could sprout from a
damsel such as her!
With
one string she still has hope to produce music, that may soothe
And
tantalise my ears enough to make me feel soothed and incarnated
That
I may dance like King David enough to shake my clothes off and not notice.
With
one string, she hopes!
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