There she was with her six stringed instrument,
Playing each chord with emotion and excitement;
Her calm voice and the soft hand movements,
No longer made me think that she was just a participant.A stern person was I when it came to music,
Each note, I played and felt it.
Her hand strumming each string, so poetic;
Admitting seeing her now, my heart is melted.
~reen
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When words are left unspoken, I dedicate you in my poems.
Poetrythese poems are dedicated to my loved ones (my friends and someone i don't regret meeting)