TONIGHT MY HANDS WILL SING (A Poem)

Tonight  my hands will sing 

For I have lost my voice

and the heart in me has rested 

between my hands 

and this violin

And as my finger plucks the strings

Of this violin

My tears fall

My tears

Fall

to the ground beneath the soil

a frozen ground under the sun 

But melting 

With my warm tears

The roses melt

They lift their stems to me

And I pluck out their thorns 

One by one

As I pluck my violin strings

For my heart can only do one thing

Pluck the thorns

And the violin strings

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