Strings Poem by Amer Jag
Strings
Strings on the piece of wood
spin this room, oh spin this room
around your notes, spin this room
and paint these walls in dark red,
strings on the piece of wood
spin this shy room.
All the silent men, chained
in thought, stand up
and spin this room.
Can't you see how red these walls
could be, if you stand up
and spin this room?
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