Then warmed by the spring sun,
My heart was beating quietly...
Surrounded wit loving caresses
The guitar was singing, one's...
When he how joyfully sang.
The heart was beating, i thought then
The sun would always bring me roses.
And guitar was singing together me.
So beautiful..Your style is so classic... Thanks Tsira for sharing your poems.
Being a fanatical lover of the eledtric guitar...this poems title caught my eye...Glad it did...Was it a Fender-Stratacaster? lol! Very Nicely Done, T, indeed! Frank/FjR
Lovely write Tsira, you have a remarkable way with words, thanks, 10 Lynda xx
your pen is always giving you a remarkable piece to share Tsira, making us always in deep thoughts using our creative imagination........10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely write Tsira...wonderful to read...10++ and to the idiot who rated this down grow up and get a life