I’m in an interlude,
fine tuning the stubborn strings
of my mechanic heart
in search of a frequency
to bypass certain sorrow,
but there’s a cello in his voice
and oceans in his eyes
that will never let me go.
I’m in an interlude,
fine tuning the stubborn strings
of my mechanic heart
in search of a frequency
to bypass certain sorrow,
but there’s a cello in his voice
and oceans in his eyes
that will never let me go.
What a bittersweet melody!
Thank you, I’m glad the tone translated 🙂
It certainly did! You’re most welcome 🙂
In terms of musicality, the poem is a sweet harmony – the more you read, the more you see and feel. Great work 😀
Thank you, Mel. That’s really kind 🙂
Hauntingly beautiful. Truly love your poetry – so talented. Am I a broken record by saying that? Sorry if I am. 😉
Believe me, it’s always a joy to hear. Thank you, Cassie 🙂
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