Music Poem by rich soos

Music

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my guitar danced for hours
and never tired watching
you stand still as a statue

birds flew nearby creating
rhythms for my fingers to
caress the vibrating strings


from Dried Blood (1990)

Thursday, November 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dance,guitar,music
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rich soos

rich soos

Passaic, NJ USA
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