Oh, my guitar!

You are in a case.

It seems so far

You were not embraced.

Your strings are weak,

Your heart is sick.

But a hope remains,

You’ll overcome the pains.

A master will come,

You won’t strum.

You won’t complain

But will sound again.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska

February the 2nd,2011

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