Guitar
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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