Grandpiano Poems - Poems about Grandpiano

...She plays her violin - Yet her heart will never heal. Nothing moved the mountain. Not a trick, not a skill. She's drunk with her bitter tears. She is a prisoner to a million fears. Life is lo......

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...As the woods mimed gently In the morning breeze like a ballet dancer. The mother lilly Beheld that holy thing Begotten of her Like the blessed Madonna the little child in the manger. There, her......

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