Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?

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Strings attached…


The strings that free us,
The strings that bind,
The strings with color,
That we gently unwind.
The strings that tie a million tales,
Or the ones that play a song,
Are the very same that hold our sails,
As life makes us drift along.
A gentle tug in your heart,
Or careless strums on your guitar,
A few strings attached,
And colorful dreams beckon from afar.