String Dance
Buttery notes melt; run across strings of nylon; a song is born.
Staccato tap dance; leaping tones, echo each heel and toe tap.
The beauty of a classical guitar song, rides the air.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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