RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Playing My Heart - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Listening to another voice singing touching songs, playing my heart like a violin concerto.
Giving me sentiments to cry over, allowing me to express the great sadness always filling me.
Only the playing of tears helps for just moments in time, always handing the grief back to me when I least expect it.
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