My ComposerA Poem by Rainee WhitingMy Composer Its construction exquisite, intricate detail in each thought. Solid and hollow surface, strings tied in a peculiar knot. Curves cut into shape, an instrument few would know, then before it he would stand, his curiosity would grow. Gentle in his grip, he pulled the piece in tight. Cautious fingers played, until the tone was right. Its construction exquisite, unafraid he pushed his stroke, vibrations brought to life, the beauty in each note. Rainee © 2017 Rainee WhitingReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 22, 2017 Last Updated on February 22, 2017 AuthorRainee WhitingLas Vegas, NVAboutBrilliant foliage extends from the branches of my family tree, an over grown topiary containing a hundred known and gifted writers. The sap that fills the limb in which my name is carved contains the .. more..Writing
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