Six strings, amazing wires and lovely notes,
The only interpreters of my bleeding thoughts,
You are always there; understand my quotes,
Burst them out from your frets and white dots…
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I was born from the sound of your strings, But in my life, seldom were the springs, The winter sang for me a deadly tune, All my loved ones left me too soon, .. so sadistic view of life..but yes it happens sometimes.. it is general views expressed in so beautiful way.. i loved it.10 read mine waited at the gates
What a friend. So musical, so available, so faithful. Well done my friend.