Thursday, August 1, 2013

Those guitar strings,they carry a birth...

Those guitar strings
They carry a birth...
Dear...
They do carry that
For
They shiver life
Like Love as wine
Spreading from them
Forever...

And me
Listening to His
Strings
Be
Red,
And
Then
From that dress
Fly
High
To be white,

And then
Silver
And then
Gold...

Those guitar strings
He unplugging
Carry a birth dear...
Carry a birth...

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