The Girl With the Guitar
She sits with her guitar in the corner
Her hands skillful as they strum the steel strings
Her guitar weeps like a soulfull mourner
Saturating her sweet voice as she sings
Awed I was, by this angel with a song
Captured by her voice, making my heart long
Others would feel this way with superstars
But my star is a girl with a guitar
Copyright © Bruce Horick | Year Posted 2016
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