Winter Guitar
She sits by a winter-filled window
watching the snow
fall gently all around ..
Plucking her strings
softly,
she plays a tune
only Angels hear !
A Christmas Rose blushes
glowing * emollient
cushion memories
of a love that once was !
A winter guitar plays on
acoustically appealing
to the ear,
the only thing missing
is you ....
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