Guitar Poem by nicola burkett

Guitar



I hear the pulse then it’s to nirvana where I’m found
As the guitar produces that electric sound
My skin comes alive as the strings are played
Music my savior my soul is saved

Thursday, November 23, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: guitar,music,savior
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nicola burkett

nicola burkett

South East, London
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