Stillness of a strumming guitar, touching my heart-strings,
bringing me into a reunion of sorts with heart-felt melodies.
Visions always being brought into being, giving thought a run
for it's money.
Taking life in stride, mounting pressures tearing us down and
we fall into deep wells of misery, barely holding on.
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