Stringed Migration
Stringed Migration (Photo credit: inger klekacz)

In the album of my soul
rests a blurry picture
of an undeveloped event
waiting to unfold.

On the harp of my heart
a string is plucked
and resonates, longing
for a response from its twin.

In my mind a song is written,
bursting to be sung
to an audience of one,
a merry melody.

Published by raburcke

I am a comedy writer, oil painter and the founder of this site. Do join me and we will make it a place that everyone will be happy to visit.

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