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The Whisper

The Lyre Harp
Lay upon the small wooden table
Unused
Unplayed
Unable
Other than a few strums
Plucked at random
And curiosity
Hoping to accidentally
Come across a tune
But mostly to no avail
Apart from one chord
Reverberating
Echoing
A solo single note
That faded
Like a smouldering fire
Caught in the breeze
Becoming no more
Than a wisp
Of a whisper
Written by missjem56 (Jemia de Blondeville)
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