The Man And His Harp.
Faith Emily11 Mar, 2013 07:40 PM
The harpist played one long Melancholy note that stretched Around the room like a fire That has nowhere else to go. His fingers gently plucked and stroked The golden strings made of Thick strong wire that someone could Easily wrap around their neck. His face held no emotion Not one drop of sadness or hope It was like he was isolated in a world Where it was only the music. They cut out his lungs some said Others say it was his heart But to me I just see A man and his harp.
Tags: Depression, Music
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