The little black note

Don't let go,
of your harmonica.
I saw you left some
tones at the ground.
I picked them up,
and they played their

The black note,
was downhearted
and brittle.

Leave me alone it said,
and so I did, I did wrong I know.
Now I'm looking at the streets,
But I didn't find a black little
note anywhere.

Do you have them?

Poetry by Calle
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Written on 2005-11-01 at 18:00

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