My GuitarA Poem by Terry O'LearyWith burdens bearing heavy down a road that’s hard and long, my body’s bent and weary so I’m reaching for a song; my sorrows flicker " fading ..., faint ... - beneath the morning star, while worried fingers seethe across the strings of my guitar. Though seagulls fly forever, streaking, striving for the strand, my troubles ebb, evaporate, with my guitar in hand; their turbulency’s writhing neath the notes within the air - and hunted by the haunting beat, they’re vanquished everywhere. With melodies erupting, bursting, splashing night with dawn, the drifting dancing demons die, as time goes swirling on; refrains are roaming randomly across the rusty skies, while cares have vanished, draped in dust of distant lullabies.
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10 Reviews Added on July 5, 2015 Last Updated on March 17, 2017 AuthorTerry O'LearyFranceAbouta physicist lacking gravity... learning more and more... about less and less... until we finally know... everything about nothing... more..Writing
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