STRINGS
The strings sounds beautifulI
Invibration of all that we feel
Playing in the moments of time
Utter stillness
To a turbulent mind
That instead of shedding tears
It sings of freedom
Unshackled from everything
That devours
our very being
Wrong from right
Darkness from light
Sorrow from exuberance
Like warmed up death
But not the strings
No
They keep playing
Strumming on the gates
Of absolution
Just like that
So you stay
By Jessica John Posko ❤️
Instagram: @poetrychips
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