Beaut!!!

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She was small
Engaged me for quite long.
She was pretty
In her misty beauty.
Bright color,
on her unfurl petal,
Gave me a mesmerizing swing,
Which pulled me out from a gloomy wing!!!!

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Untold story of a guitar

Hands on string (past!!!!)

It’s about dream of my friend:

 

Strapped  string on wood

is a dream from his childhood.

 

Musical patterns from string

moved him soon,

on first day of learn.

 

A desire bloomed

paved the path to learn,

rhythms of string

locked him in serene.

 

Was compassionately involved

angelic returned,

shadow of evil burned in heart.

 

It was journey of sea change

which altered him in whole,

a renaissance was happening though.

 

Wounds were healing

He was actually living

life seemed beautiful than ever,

reluctance, anger melted in him forever.

 

Sudden shut of Master’s door

burred him under mourn

It was moment of feeble

desire concealed for evermore.

 

 

These words came from me after listening to my best friend’s story behind Guitar.