The cello strains;
It sobs with me.
Laments a love
That cannot be.
The minor keys
that cannot sing
Play mournful notes
On broken string
Until the end of this discord
A melody worth waiting on.
Such harmony is thus restored
For I shall see my love anon.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC
The cello strains;
It sobs with me.
Laments a love
That cannot be.
The minor keys
that cannot sing
Play mournful notes
On broken string
Until the end of this discord
A melody worth waiting on.
Such harmony is thus restored
For I shall see my love anon.
