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He Strums


He strums my heart away 
With each fleeting day 
Memories come in array 
Wish such moments were here to stay 
I wonder if it's me or just his way! 
Should he stop I'd fall to dismay! 
Who knew fingers could keep hearts abay- 
Etching dreams that seem to be in delay! 
My oh my words can't seem to portray- 
Such solace is only his to convey! 
His melodies flow through me like a ray- 
Of sunlight from a summer's jay! 
My oh my can it be he is my fay? 
My senses are his prey 
Boy my heart has a lot to weigh! 
Through my life I've been known to pay- 
With sorrow never though had to assay. 
Thank you for saving my soul from decay. 
Hope you'd never go astray 
For this soul is still halfway 
From heaven until you say you are okay!

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CNQT

Poetry is a form of passionate expression kindled by an impression unbound by public conviction. I write mainly from two genres : impressionism and symbolism. Choose me or leave me, I'm not a backup plan and definitely not a second choice! Not everyone likes me but then again not everyone matters. What matters is peace and the feeling of being content. Every person is a book, this is just the place to share some pages from my book. Peace!

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