Fri, 09/15/2017 - 17:39 -- navy109

The guitarist wrinkles his face

as he concentrates with dignity.


He flips the page on the stand,

and adjusts his fingers accordingly.


The acoustic guitar resonates

as its strings are plucked skillfully.


A delightful sound fills the room,

evoking a sense of serenity.


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