The guitar strings,

it plays its blues.

Slow and calm with a sense of pain and hurt to

The strings play slow and long,

feeling every pluck

of its pain, with a soothing tune of the blues…with the hope and wishes of peace near with every bit of luck in every tune

The guitar strings plays, it plays slow and easy with every turn of the day, every turn of the earth. Nothing new, the tunes become the same.

 

Wondering when the tunes should change it keeps playing the same calm blues.

Trying to soothe the pain and blow the dark blues away.

Each string, each pluck searching for the same luck.

A idea of peace.

In search of it through its tunes.

The guitar still wonder why it can not see its peace in each string that it plays for its blues.

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