My Guitar Poem by Walter C. Edwards
My Guitar
My guitar sings to me,
sometimes silently,
sometimes loudly,
she said, she is too alone,
away from my warm hands,
that gentility have touched her,
that I have felt her loving so,
she misses me and calls.
Monday, May 27, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: guitar,sometimes
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