The
candle in the early dawn
When
the light just rising in the sky
The
sweetness of its taste
Like
the honey ripe on the tree
The
string of melodies
The
light dancing slowly away
Crossing
the lines of strings
Strumming
the songs of spring
The
silent whisper
The
whirring soft breezes
The
strokes of easy strings
The
bright glow in the early dawn
Once
the motion begins
The
light of the candle glow
Across
the strings of guitar
Strumming
the songs of spring
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