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Melodies of Melancholy
In your eyes, I see pictures that hold Clouds thick and dark, longing to unfold
Listen to the clock's tick-tock, the future
Chains unknown fortunes, a daunting picture
You are a guitar lying by the side
No hands to play the strings, they're slack and tired
If only these words could heal your wounds
And mend those blisters, so you could play a tune.
Come, take my hand, let us listen
To our favorite melancholic melody
From a tired hand and a worn-out guitar
Let its rhythm merge with the rumbling thunder
As we dance in the rain, to the Beethovenian blunder.
© Nyeri
Listen to the clock's tick-tock, the future
Chains unknown fortunes, a daunting picture
You are a guitar lying by the side
No hands to play the strings, they're slack and tired
If only these words could heal your wounds
And mend those blisters, so you could play a tune.
Come, take my hand, let us listen
To our favorite melancholic melody
From a tired hand and a worn-out guitar
Let its rhythm merge with the rumbling thunder
As we dance in the rain, to the Beethovenian blunder.
© Nyeri
