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Song in A Minor
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On Poetry All I used to be was noise,
a child striking a piano
with no understanding of
how a melody was made.
That is, until my fingers
found the right keys to
create harmonious sounds
in place of cacophony.
I began by tapping these
blackened keys gently,
then excitedly, realizing
I found the instrument
that knew the notes
to music of my soul.
