My fingers yearn to strum her strings with my right elbow firmly gripped on her body.
My days aren’t the same without her beautiful tunes ringing in my head, her vibrations constantly birthing celestial melodies and her frequent collaborations with my poetry.
This is no poem, I just miss Amber, my beloved guitar. I cannot wait to go home and hold her close to me
By Tshauambea Ndou
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