* * * The Guitar Was Singing

Poem By Tsira Gogeshvili

Then warmed by the spring sun,
My heart was beating quietly...
Surrounded wit loving caresses
The guitar was singing, one's...

When he how joyfully sang.
The heart was beating, i thought then
The sun would always bring me roses.
And guitar was singing together me.

Comments about * * * The Guitar Was Singing

So beautiful..Your style is so classic... Thanks Tsira for sharing your poems.
Being a fanatical lover of the eledtric guitar...this poems title caught my eye...Glad it did...Was it a Fender-Stratacaster? lol! Very Nicely Done, T, indeed! Frank/FjR
Loved it Tsira.10..........
Lovely write Tsira, you have a remarkable way with words, thanks, 10 Lynda xx
your pen is always giving you a remarkable piece to share Tsira, making us always in deep thoughts using our creative imagination........10


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