Strings of guqin
Flows like linn.
Tune of the agony
Harrows like din.

The laughter of the past,
Now fades like dust
The rays of mirth
Now parched like dearth.

This heart now screams,
For the feeble joy-string
That is now torn,
For thee soul is gone.

I try to recall,
Those feeble gay days,
Without your essence,
This soul feels fray.

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