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MAKING MUSIC

guitar rose

This guitar I remember
Was once a part of my life
A most tender member
A most precious joint
The soil of the start
The point of the matter
The giver of self, she gave herself up…

This guitar I remember.

– AKA TERAKA.

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4 Comments

  1. okusanyaebun says:
    March 20, 2013 at 08:06

    Love this poem, thank you

    Reply
  2. deanabo says:
    March 20, 2013 at 19:43

    Lovely, as always!

    Reply

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