The string
that once
was plucked
and played
singing its
happy melody
now yearns
moans longingly
haunting tunes
for when
love which
once was
is denied
it loses
its whistle
and becomes
a hum
The string
that once
was plucked
and played
singing its
happy melody
now yearns
moans longingly
haunting tunes
for when
love which
once was
is denied
it loses
its whistle
and becomes
a hum