The Guitar Play Poem by Audrey Marie Kay

The Guitar Play



the guitar squeels as his fingers strum
slow soft but content and numb
never heard of love but sings like a lover
music is his passion
forever. forever. then its over

Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: guitar,music,passion
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