New songs
When I pick up my guitar,
my fingers start to strum.
Before too long,
I have a song.
With lyrics,
From my heart.
Yet, in the morning the song is gone,
And the canvas is blanc again.
Free to write another song,
That comforts me like a friend.
poem by Niamh Gold
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