Friday, November 2, 2012

The Midas touch


The path is dark, wilderness all around…
A  distance barking dog seems to frown.
The mind lost in qualms, aghast. ……………When it hears a sublime start(of a guitar).
A tune it is that I hold on to…………A jingle of the rock guitar,
Coming from anonymous fingers………… travelling to unknown hearts.
The song has no lyrics, but it whispers wisdom to my soul.
Forming a sync with the thoughts unknown.

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