Loves to strum the guitar
Strumming slowly and gently
Soft and old-style tune
The air is been halfway dirtied
Notes, arpeggios kept slick
Someone in thoughts
Someone in wonder
Someone in perplexing mind
Someone annexing to the melody
Moving along and carried away
Into a state no mention of
Who twirls along with the verses
The verses becomes something else
To an extent
Of making the fingers so much
Charmed to the strings
Conventionally moves into the chorus
Enthralled over time
All over shuddered
To a tingled manner of love for it
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