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My Guitar

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Oh, my guitar!

You are in a case.

It seems so far

You were not embraced.


Your strings are weak,

Your heart is sick.

But a hope remains,

You’ll overcome the pains.


A master will come,

You won’t strum.

You won’t complain

But will sound again.


©Larisa Rzhepishevska

February the 2nd,2011


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<Deleted User> (8951)

Fri 25th Feb 2011 21:18

Very good poem..

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Larisa Rzhepishevska

Thu 3rd Feb 2011 06:01

Hi, Tom! Thank you very much for the comment and your kind words. Much appreciate it.

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Tom Harding

Wed 2nd Feb 2011 23:33

this reminds me of a lorca- and beautiful for it. very nice.

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