RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sorrow's Graves - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Soft and sentimental, music flows over me,
soothing frayed nerves and being gentle to
a heart that is so fragile of late.
Touching heart-strings with notes from a
saxophone, giving me pleasure even in tears
falling from sorrow's graves.
Lonely escapades no longer being attended
by loved ones for they're no longer here on
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