A Flimsy Soul Who Plays It Again Monotonously? Poem by nimal dunuhinga
A Flimsy Soul Who Plays It Again Monotonously?
He strums his broken stringless lute in a filthy street corner
And still the hidden sentimental tune comes out in the lonely moonlit night,
But if he gets the missing strings back somehow
I am sure that you could hear that full song of life.
* In the darkness you see more things?
For this fragile soul, may the music never end. Beautiful write, Nimal. Always your friend, Sandra
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8/24/2026 11:40:25 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
You share the music that lies beyond the music in this poignant story about hope. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥