The world is just a mist,
Slowly dissolving away.
The sound is only one,
Of the instrument I play.
As the notes linger about,
From high to low and on.
I fell so proud of me,
As i hold my dear hon
It stays there in my hand and I,
Can't listen to anything.
Except the melodious tune,
And the slight, rhythmic ring.
Then nothing troubles me again,
All worries have flown so far.
And nothing bothers me then,
As I play my guitar.
hows mah poem??!!
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thnx!!!
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AWESOME
so awesome
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