Swelling, rising with music of polish descent,
filtering happiness into a saddened memory of
yesterday's family get togethers.
Touching heart and mind with tears of the soul,
joining in images joyfully for moments of time
as life stands still while dancing the polka.
Transcending trials of today as music plays
it's part well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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