I wanna be your zither,
play fingers on string.
Music and tempest,
whichever it may bring.
I will bear with patience,
your every given stroke,
you will give upon me.
Let me forgive who broke,
the strings of my heart!
I wanna sit at your feet,
to tell the saga of suffering
race and the aching beat!
Play me with your tranquility,
with your calm and quiet mind!
Oh Nature! walk and sing with me,
Do not leave me far behind!
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Wonderful work! Oh Nature walk and sing with me, beautiful lines!