The music plays,
but a rhythm is lost.
A girl sitting alone,
on a bench in the centre of town.
A worn guitar lies in her gentle arms,
seemingly silent but awaiting the trial
fingers sliding along the strings,
jolting the heart,
Like memories, lost and found
crowds form around her,
awed in her melody and grace ,
but her soulful eyes are cast high on the heavens,
above the spectators, lost in the pulse.
A graceful blind girl,
playing the melody of her heart.
the beats of the music,
brings her alive
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