He stood tall, with colours so very bright,
blue and vibrant gold, reflecting the light.
Each of his strings, humming a perfect melody,
I knew at once, he would come home with me.
A midnight azure body, strings of pure gold,
his graceful and able body, a beauty to behold.
With each fluent strum, endless stories he would weave,
innate emotions he spilled, that he cleverly thieved.
His sombre strum, for each falling tear,
a soothing voice, to alleviate each fear.
A perfect melody, for the rainy weather,
His upbeat tunes, and feet dancing like a feather.
Every moment big or small, has an echo in my heart,
every jingle a piece of unpremeditated art.
He listened to me, when the world had refused,
and a nostalgic scent, remains in his echoes infused.
Years had flown away, 5 to be exact,
but this unfortunate morning, I found his body cracked.
Like all mortal beings, his life too had to end,
Though another like him, my guitar remains my best friend.
STAI LEGGENDO
Constellation of Thoughts
PoesiaBecause poetry, is a constellation. A constellation, of one's very thoughts. ★★★★★ A collection of my thoughts, penned down as short poems. Right from life to death, to all in between, this collection aims to acknowledge all that we experience, an...
