The Guitar. Poem by joe acacia
The Guitar.
i am looking for your golden smile,
like a diamond in a mine.
i am under a tree waiting
alone sitting under the moonlight.
eyes fixed on the clouds,
i have between my hands
a guitar weakened by age,
chanting in love story.
i scratch it like such a good child,
singing heaps of memories
and sweet phrases offering you
i am waiting to see your rare smile again.
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