“The Art of Music,” by Adam Santana I am my father’s daughter as I walk through tall grass that whispers melodies in every season. River songs pause in winter to catch breath for spring’s gurgles. I see him there, sun in his eyes, his white t-shirt and faded overalls. I am my mother’s daughter, polar […]
dVerse — Poetics — Songs of My Parents
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