She sat there in the corner,
Holding the guitar in hand.
Moving her fingers on the strings;
She realized, the tunes doesn't sync.
She held the guitar close.
To sweep away her woes.
To run her fingers,
To lose herself in the tune.
How could she ever forget.
The misery that she beget.
A bedlam filled life, lacklustre;
A reflection: of the tuneless guitar.
All she wanted was a melody.
To change the course of destiny,
Relish only love, desire and care;
Give it up, she would dare!
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ll she wanted was a melody. To change the course of destiny, Beautiful lines, an impressive poem.