Like our blogger, I also play acoustic guitar regularly. So I also feel these emotions. A guitar's melody tries to make a connection with our hearts, if you are a true guitar lover.
I also use a six-string acoustic guitar. Once I begin playing with it, I enter into another colourful heaven. It is a different feeling. The blogger also realises that.
Thank you for the input dogpack saving 4premium. Yes, surely, I've also enjoyed Dixieland's banjo music. Banjo artists can really strum when they are in the mood.
I agree with you but I go far there because although I stray from the guitar, I return with some knowledge worth adding. There is the six string banjo which is used for Dixieland and also used by guitar players.
It is a very inspiring blog post. A slow beginning doesn't mean it will remain less hopeful. We may improve our performance at any moment. So, possibility always remains alive. Therefore, we ought to remain hopeful until the end point appears.
This month is full of coincidences in the blogger's life. He and his father were born on the first day of March. His best friend, cousin, took birth on the 15th day of March.
The weather of this month generally remains favourable. The snow melts quickly through bright sunshine. So, he hopes for a prosperous month.
Despite a slow beginning, the month will be hopeful. He hopes so; that creates positive thinking in our the, too.
It is such a crucial matter. We often see various opinions about this particular matter.
I read your blog post carefully. I Iike it too much because you always remain logical and realistic.
You always establish your point through examples from real-life experiences and stick to the fact rigidly. You never say anything, which you can't establish.
So, it is an ideal blog post, especially for the newbie readers. It teaches how to build a solid blog post step by step.
Prompt:
Take any cliche and subvert it to bring it alive again in a poem or a blog entry.
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Bag of Bones
They said, "This baby, a bag of bones!"
and rattled, "She may not even throw stones"
a bag of bones, where my shadow lies
World War II, macabre with gray skies.
But dreams I've built and spells I've cast,
I charted my course, battled the past.
Alas, today, other lines are drawn,
fears of war wail from dusk to dawn.
Although people speak in whispers low,
in death's embrace, demons can grow.
So, this bag of bones sways and waits...
as, just one click, next war dictates.
Such a shame it is, to undo the seams!
Or let's mend the world, guard our dreams?
I hold my breath and hear the moans
and warnings from all bags of bones.
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