rise, and still
reliving my life in poetry and art
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Heartstrings
Do heartstrings exist
as violin chords
playing notes that we love,
tunes we adore,
or then the soft pound
of anger and might,
or then just the pound
of that thing they call life.
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