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The Heart Is a Brittle Instrument

The heart is a brittle instrument, play it too softly and no delight does it make Play it too hard and it breaks. Love is such bitter despair, love too hard and you are burnt to ash Love not enough and watch the fireflies easily go off.

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Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 12/5/2017 8:07:00 AM

Very true my friend, Kudzai, that is why Aristotle has taught us to find the "golden mean" between the extremes so as fine music to produce and heavenly love to feel!

Kudzai Mhangwa
Date: 12/5/2017 5:40:00 PM

Hey Demitrios! I like that teaching by Aristotle, you are always my fountain of wisdom! Thank you very much for your kind words

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/3/2017 5:20:00 PM

This is really nice. I especially loved the first little stanza, excellent analogy.

Kudzai Mhangwa
Date: 12/3/2017 10:49:00 PM

Thank you Andrea!

Beejadhur Sewumber

Date: 12/3/2017 4:50:00 PM

Good write, Kudzai. It seems we are all squeezed between too little and too much. True, The effect is certain.

Kudzai Mhangwa
Date: 12/3/2017 10:49:00 PM

Yes indeed, we are caught between a rock and a hard place. Thanks for stopping by