At a rock music concert
The howl of the magic guitar
brings me intense pleasure
and he is stroking string after string
while he walks his tripping step,
dancing along in a school uniform,
bringing me intense pleasure
as if I am also filled with the magic
and feelings wash over me
while he dances along in a school uniform
and it is as if the music fills my whole being
the whining, the clear sound
and feelings wash over me
while he gets pleasure out of it
enchants me and I know that this concert is uniquely great
the whining, the clear sound
surpasses all previous experiences by far.
The howl of the magic guitar
enchants me and I know that this concert is uniquely great
and he is stroking string after string.
poem by Gert Strydom
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