A harmonious note disorientated and adrift,
Melancholy tune jarred to a strident shift,
Oh, the potential tone in a song of its own,
Muted to a muffled moan amidst a merciless symphony alone,
Against my splintered heartstrings ardent of euphoria,
And upon my vibrato aria, break the strained bow of utopia,
To release the burden of harmony, a pitch individually free,
But for now the only hymn from all my vocal chords,
is a lonesome note lingering of no rhythmic words.
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PoesíaA collection of poems in which i will be adding to overtime, new and old alike. Enjoy!