Two lives in a harp
Lives like cords
To make tune
In harmony.
The cords place
Side by side.
With a slight touch
Of love and affection
Creates a musical note.
The cord place
One over other
It loses its voice
And lie down dusty.
The harmony in
Balance in a world.
If possession comes
Cheer'll gone forever.
Entangled cords
Can never straight
Like former time.
The harp's handled
With care, love, joy,
It never be tried
With tricky trick,
But only love & peace.
©lopa
L