Days lost in hopeless bites
Hours wasted in soiled fights
You cared once deeply for 1
Sadly you do today for - U & none
Same melodrama played on harp
Tuned dead with strings gone tart
Red, yellow, black or grey
They hold no meaning as I see you go astray
Little ones, tender ones, elders or youth
You hold to ramify their tooth
Pray I say - Can U stop!
Think how deep sown is the drought
Its a sour patched tread
When you patch- starch it with care
Care that dives in to seep
Embracing the delicate reap
Good to see simple lives flow
Content and immersed in vow
Some strings are weaved sacred
Only see you refute them naked
Perhaps you will see and be
Firm as first trouble free
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