As the Guitar Is Held By You

M-ist and haze Sunday 
A-re both nowhere in view; 
D-ay twenty-ninth January 
E-rases the gray and blue. 
L-ong cold rainy night 
I-s turning into warm dawn; 
N-ew morn has broken, 
E-vening chill is gone. 

C-hords and stringed instrument 
A-re both played anew; 
D-ream of a sweet song, 
A-s the guitar is held by 
Y-ou.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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