Oh, my guitar! You don’t have strings,
You are just standing in the corner.
You cannot speak. You cannot sing.
Your silence makes the air colder.
You cannot cry, you cannot laugh,
Your wooden body’s so dusty...
Believe I couldn’t save your life!
I touch you, but you just feel nothing.
You cannot feel, because you’re dead!
You’re so cold... You can’t be warmer...
You cannot sing. You’re so sad...
You are just standing in the corner.
2011
My dead guitar
© Copyright: Дарина Днепровская, 2011
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