The Harp of the Heart
The Harp of the Heart
When silence whispers through the air,
A harpstrings hum, a soul laid bare.
Each note a sigh, a joy, a tear,
A song of love, both far and near.
The moonlight strums its silver thread,
While dreams take flight where words have fled.
Oh, gentle hands, so soft, so wise,
Draw forth the music time denies.
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