Simsimyya

Depthy into the night
Deep conversations
As we descend further
Into darkness

Heartstrings being
Strummed by
Someone with a
Sweet hum

Sap can be bitter
But you’re so tender
No shame in being sappy
While you strum off cinders

And your able fingers
Play me great songs
Hands’ heat confident
Casting embers with friction

Strings shooting sparks
Even as day burns out
Forging by chords
A heart in gold

Depthy into the night
You sweetly hum
Fingers fire the forge
And heartstrings strum

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