Finger PickingA Poem by PakinoThis is how I feel at moments when I play my guitar and get absorbed into it. Regardless if what I play is garbage haha
The rhythm seeps in my hand As possessed I fiddle my hands Creating something new, something extraordinary I let out a smile As I realize my sanctuary And continue to play with passion Melodic sweat falls down by cheek The air is light and heavenly No more am I afraid A renewed strength a new pride push me forward Satisfaction Peace Such a rare experience…. © 2008 PakinoReviews
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Added on April 28, 2008Last Updated on May 6, 2008 AuthorPakinoTorontoAboutStudent at Ryerson University. Martial Artist (Kendo) Guitarist Gamer (RPG w00t) Anime And pure randomness more..Writing
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