A second or a chord in times of dispair can turn lives and hearts around. Keep on searching….

A minor

Far away from home.
Lots of years from now.
A wretched man was crying.
Cause life had been a row.

Some shattetered angels visit.
They brought to him a gift.
His long forgotten lovesongs
from shadowed hidden rift.

He strummed a silent minor,
and majors followed through.
While his creators fresh breath
blew heavy grey skies blue.

-Oh thank you higher power!
He sang, in newfound joyce.
-Each day and every minute,
I’ll listen for Your voice.

Poetry by Sunlit
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Written on 2022-05-27 at 13:24

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So like music 🎶 to the ears. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
A minor second will unnerve.
A major brings hope.

I enjoyed this, Sunlit.