The fickleness of air

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No strumming fingers could compare
To the gentle subtlety of air
As he blows upon her loving chime
Playing her to trembling halftime.

Drawing out her thrilling notes
With his gentle rhythmic stroke
So to  hear her lovers sigh
Then he leaves her there to die

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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