Anita Atina


Lapsing Into Bliss - Poem by Anita Atina

He gently picks her out

Fondly holding

Making her comfortable on his lap


With his arms around her

His fingers gently work up a rhythm

And he knows which strings to touch


Creating a world of magic with a guitar

While moving to the beat of his music,

I watched, lapsing into bliss!


Comments about Lapsing Into Bliss by Anita Atina

  • (2/8/2009 1:40:00 PM)


    sometimes i wish I were a guitar! ! (Report) Reply

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  • (4/4/2008 10:54:00 PM)


    Learning to play a guitar myself I can relate to this bliss (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 17, 2008


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