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The Strings |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Tight strings of no release strum a mournful tune when anchored at both ends to steel emotionless. No slack at the back for dreams not meant to be, at the front hope misses the line of love’s true feel, and the instrument of passion no beauty queen on this stage of make believe. The touch and stroke of hands tenses nerve ends into screams and the off-key melody echoes painfully till death a fait accompli. Such the way of human play too scared to touch on soul and tease into the atmosphere the music meant to ease beauty queens into being instruments of love! Helen / 22 August 2005 |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
ahhh Helen, how I truly relate to this. Woman, like guitar (or strings) should never be left out of tune. |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Very true writing, Helen. I enjoyed reading. Hugs,  |
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