(descriptive poem inspired by Picasso’s
painting of the same name)
Cradles his everything tenderly
Caresses strings oh-so-gently
But it cannot take her place
All he plays is a minor key
But try as he may, day after day
It can never fully portray
His profound melancholy
He longs for her with ev’ry beat
His heart can’t take the strain it seems
His apathy for his surroundings means
His misery is complete
He pours his soul into all he plays
But nothing can help, so he stays
Weeping nights, strumming days
Until he can follow her to the better place
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