Jan. 21, 2011
Disaster like a tsunami rushed on her And swept away her fragile house of dreams Her little body, injured and in pain By repeated blows from a father's hand Held a spirit vast as all the earth, And when she sang my soul was taken up Where heavenly choirs sing of earthly bliss. But not for me these wonder months to know For soon the black-wing doubt appeared And trust was shattered in a human day. I wonder now if she will ever find Calm within that tortured aching breast And pray the gods be kind in her distress That she may know in life a certain peace And music heal the broken heart and soul.
Poems Undated (1727)
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