La guitarra


The room is dark
but you hear a subtle sound
that fills your soul.

The sweet tune of song
comes out
like a bird spreading its wings to the earth
and glides
as the notes move
across the page.

As the song takes you through
you realize that
you have to get ready
to put a fine
on the glorious tune

Until tomorrow my friend
before I go
one last time
hasta manaña

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