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Old Strings

Old Strings of Guitar
Nights of Jamming Sessions,
hours spent on writing songs
a million in rehearsing them
and an eternity in waiting
for them to be reality,
to be heard,
loved
and repeated,

and a day comes
when all the strings
and sessions,
create something that
transcends people of all kind,
no matter what religion,race,
or country
we all come together to hymn
it in a starry night.

 

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