a guitar
a guitar sounding in lament
of golden days in highlight
we a moment in time
as the stars tell their story
tea at nights
after walking home
through streets of innocence
embraces of sweetness
love a word we spoke softly
without fear
glory in our touch
filling us with endless longing
so we live and learn
never forgetting
a guitarr sounding in lament
of days gone by
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-09 at 08:37
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