Pick pick pick
Fingerpicking
Strumming up and down
Eyes closed
Lips singing
Hearts floating
Your body moves in
Every beat of it
All over the crowd
Glasses of wine cheering
While lips whisper the words:
“Because you’re mine I walk the line”
Budapest singing in my heart
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Welcome to Daz Journal… Writing is my passion. But my years of writing and graduating into the field of Journalism was never easy putting me into being a good Journalist. Though the chance was probably slim to none, this hasn’t stopped me into writing. I still spent my years writing my thoughts down through Journal, especially when I’m down in the dumps. Now that blogging has tremendously evolved, the piece of writing thoughts, sharing ideas, connecting with other bloggers and readers finally brought me way in getting my dreams to finally get off the ground. Thank you for stopping by on my blog and I hope you enjoyed it. Yours, Daz View all posts by Daz