Ah, The Soft Guitars That Play Poem by Sophia White
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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4/25/2024 9:57:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I have played guitar at that time of day. Always wondered where the hidden listeners were. lol I really liked it. Nice job.