(http://lichtyguitars.com/2011/02/21/the-lichty-hipolito-project/)
Do you remember the girl who wanted nothing more than to speak the language of guitars? She stared longingly at their cherry stained faces and silvery coils of strings.
She laughs now because she learned,
Her hands speak guitar,
She is who she dreamed she was.
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Published by Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers by April Barnhart MDiv
Heartland Native, Northwest transplant. April Barnhart is a graduate of Earlham School of Religion. Former Interfaith Chaplain and Pastor. April has been writing poetry and music for close to 30 years.
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