Zither strings tremble
hauntingly as cold fingers
enfold and caress
nonchalantly, deft
yet hesitant notes flicker;
unaware of thee
Come through the shadows
yonder secrets lie between
plucked and silent strings
heartlessly dancing,
each note, recklessly screaming,
restlessly sighing...
wavering barely
echoing in pale lament
receding always
fading to finality.
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