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guitar

When I came into this

world-

guitar-

you followed me-

you watched me

through the
 
glass window-

shaded by deep autumn-

Perhaps

it was your heart

that watched me 

from the window-

while 

the sweetness

of music

repeated

your name- 

Broken souls-

the lonely

and forgotten-

warned me-

that you were

stalking me- 

your musical heart-

your country soul-

your golden strings

that made 

music beautiful-

watched me-

Dressed in Rosewood

golden strings

and black case- 

there you were

following me

from my birth-California Blue

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 10/11/2016 2:37:00 AM
Well done!!! I love the guitar... /|\
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Date: 10/8/2016 8:19:00 PM
Gordon, a delightful soundtrack that follows you. I use to play the guitar when I was in school. You've penned a beautiful ballad aka FREE VERSE poem. You might want to change the form, this is to perfect to be under the wrong form. Hugs....Linda
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