She sang a cappella
so loud that the love
and her personal
Via Dolorosa
in her words
and in her melody
floated tangibly out of her lips
as if it were the
walking-wounded soldier's
letter to her
that she received many years ago.
"I miss you, darling.
I'm coming home soon,
I promise"
May 21, 2011
May 21, 2011 at 10:33 PM UTC
She sang a cappella
so loud that the love
and her personal
Via Dolorosa
in her words
and in her melody
floated tangibly out of her lips
as if it were the
walking-wounded soldier's
letter to her
that she received many years ago.
"I miss you, darling.
I'm coming home soon,
I promise"
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