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createdavidt · Creative literary self expression, from my keyboard to your screen.
Guitar
Softly, he played his guitar
Not for me or anyone else
But for himself
Riffing on jazz themes
Smiling in amusement
As his practice made perfect
Sense for a grey day
Sliding through gentle waves
A wash of sound cleansed the air
Resonating as deep as ocean
Ephemeral as a seagull’s cry
David Trudel © 2013
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