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My Guitar

The music

which warms

my heart

Is echoed off

the guitar that was

once played

But now sits

in a corner

and feels the lonliness

of deaf ears

A broken string

snaps

at the empty air

and fades

quietly away.

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Pain

Pain

Pain

I'll show you pain

Pain from within

within the place

that traps the soul

I'm ready

I can love you

to the heavens

begin to smile.

 

copyright RW Erskine

 

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MYSTRO

MYSTRO

 

 



note 
bounced
a sound
strung
along a key
from a string
of a trumpet
echoing laughter
of the voices
played
a song sung
by the third row
horn section
clapping words
as the notes

go dancing on by.

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