He strums his broken stringless lute in a filthy street corner
And still the hidden sentimental tune comes out in the lonely moonlit night,
But if he gets the missing strings back somehow
I am sure that you could hear that full song of life.
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For this fragile soul, may the music never end. Beautiful write, Nimal. Always your friend, Sandra
You share the music that lies beyond the music in this poignant story about hope. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥