Broken Strings

A poem by Simon N.
I left my guitar in her heart.
It’s the guitar that plays my love song.
Do-re-mi, mi-re-do.
Each string is a romantic story,
Creating countless melodies.
Re-mi-fa, fa-mi-re.

There were many guitars in her heart,
So mine was promptly neglected.
Mi-fa-sol, sol-fa-mi.
All but one string were broken.
No melody could be played.
Fa-sol-la, la-sol-fa.

I left my guitar in the desert,
Buried under heavy sand.
Sol-la-ti, ti-la-sol.
If you ever found the guitar,
Please mend it with a different tune.

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