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Ah, The Soft Guitars That Play
('90 / America)

Ah, The Soft Guitars That Play

Ah, the soft guitars that play
and lull the twilight.
I, unseen and all alone

Listen from a willow tree
feeling the warm notes
Like a breath wash over me.

I envision someone there
in the willow tree
Listening softly with me.

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Comments (2)

I have played guitar at that time of day. Always wondered where the hidden listeners were. lol I really liked it. Nice job.
This poem is beautiful