Sylvia Kleinman Poems

Touched today and every morrow
a bringer of joy and sorrow
Eighty-eight keys have I, not to dangle from a chain
but to accompany an old and new refrain. Man's ten fingers on my keyboard placed
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"Slow down please," guides she
"Whereat?"
"Barely beyond gateway to
Follow Your Art"
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Day after day; week after week; month after month
Smiley Sol from 'neath the horizon emerges,
Our souls to warm
Relentless; he
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