Note: I don't play guitar, my sister was playing hers and I decided to write about it.


Notes endlessly pour
From the humble wooden frame
Singing with the wind

Each note different,yet
Somehow the same voice appears
Once clear angel voice

Perfect harmonies
Silvery, shimmering tones
Rapturous chorus

A raging river
Of sweet melodies from an
Instrument of wood

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