My Year: Art in Time

Tears streaming, I impart

The pain in my heart

As my mouth goes silent,

My mind gets violent

Heavy as lead

Is the storm in my head

A life in a year

 

But I am in tune with

The sound of the music

The treble and bass

Dry the tears from my face

Pain stabs like a sword

Healed by the chord

My love who I dance with

The wave-like dynamic

A wound with salt

The salve of resolve

A life in a year

This poem is about: 
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