Big Snowstorms
If you were a guitar I would play you
My fingers would waltz on your strings
And the notes that came out would without any doubt
Soar to heaven on their own set of wings
The chords would be major and happy
No minors or dissonant thirds
And together we'd fly to the ends the sky
All the way serenading the birds
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2022
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