SailA Poem by Shalini RMy grandpa used to play piano.I trace the place Where his fingers once sailed A glided ship on ivory seas Upon the water of meter and time. There is dust, sand Still holding the keys close. My fingerprints carve where His once carved Through the soft grime. My music will never be as Authentic as his.
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