Kristina Evsyukova Poet Rhyme

Her broken chord

Her song rung out like a broken chord
Her voice now lingers, left,  Ignored
Her willow weeps amidst the storm
Her arms grew tired, weak and sore

But her song rings on at last she's free
No longer weeps... The willow tree 
The sky now breathes a stagnate breeze
Until she falls, upon on her knees

The sky now greets her silent pleads 
Then drifts away, and returns her peace 
Her song still sings... a broken chord
But at least she's no longer, left Ignored

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akira artly October 7, 2026 at 10:21 AM I've really been enjoying your poem and the emotions and imagery were so vivid that i could easily picture them as beautiful illustration. I'm a commission-based manga/webtoon artist,and I’d love to discuss the possibility of bringing this poem to life if you're ever interested. Feel free to reach out at gm@il : [email protected]