Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Broken String

The rhapsody of silence

And the sonata of melodious breeze,

Are composing the couplet of life.

I am ruminating,

Trying to remember your song.

And I have realized,

You never sang.

I always orchestrated our symphonies,

And you were just a broken string.

A broken string with no hymn.

May you rest in peace

As I compose the requiem of your unmelodious life.

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