Friday, 6 January 2017

Everyone needs a healer

Everyone needs a healer
not a doctor, not an engineer ,
not a plumber, not even a fixer
but a healer, a real honest savior;

For me, it's my buddy, Guitar
When I plucked in the balcony
 played through several songs
(and I also chose to sing)
somewhere it felt a piece of peace
a flash, hard to pick anywhere else
it felt a grave filling up
with the fine dust of hopeless hope
The breeze passing through me and my buddy
felt welcoming as if opening its arms
 and taking us in 
while I kept playing slowly
embracing the wind with its own song and melody
This little piece of the day was golden
golden enough to make me some happy.


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