“The Lyre” by Chance Wilhite
I know where the lyre lays.
if you listen, you can hear it;
those frayed strings
still echoing the tune of
lovers lost in shadows and light.
It lays in the dancing trees,
but also in the grass next to
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“The Lyre” by Chance Wilhite
I know where the lyre lays.
if you listen, you can hear it;
those frayed strings
still echoing the tune of
lovers lost in shadows and light.
It lays in the dancing trees,
but also in the grass next to
......