Like a bag of tea,
Dipped into the hot water,
It brings out the flavor in you.
Like a storm that passed,
Leaving a hazy afterglow of prisms,
It brings out the colors in you.
So with every strings
Attached, unattached and even the broken ones too.
Remember to pick up the brushes and not the matches,
Repaint your canvas and don't turn them all to ashes,
For every bends and cracks,
Gives you a beautiful break-up.