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
Hi, Tom! Thank you very much for the comment and your kind words. Much appreciate it.
this reminds me of a lorca- and beautiful for it. very nice.
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<Deleted User> (8951)
Fri 25th Feb 2011 21:18
Very good poem..