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Tamar Primor
A Missing String
It would seem, the world continues as always
The sky,
The land,
The winds.....
The seasons change
In colours and sounds
Loves blossom, new births
But one string
Is missing – it does not sing
And a song on the guitar
A never ending song
A song that has just been born – is silenced
It would seem, the world continues as always
The sun,
The moon,
The stars....
The cool nights
The glowing days
The hands of time allot life,
But one string.....
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