The ground weeps
This morning
Unable
To hold back
The tears
Soaked into
Its roots
From those
Crying above
Hearts
Once light
Now heavy
With worries
Witnesses to
Devastation
Prevailing wind
Moves across
The land
Initially
Unsuccessful
In drying
Their tears
And yet, not
Deterred
I feel it
Right now
Gently caressing
My face
As it whispers
Let your tears
Mingle with
The suffering
Watering
Seeds of hope
Waiting
For Silent Night
Silent Night~Kelley Morris, piano
Piano Girl 
Beautiful in its simplicity. TY
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Thank you, Dianne. ☺️
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I’m listening to the music while I’m reading your poem, and your article has quite emotional ..
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Merry Christmas, Ivor. Hugs. ❤️
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Kelley, such a beautiful poem and the music just wonderful.
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Thank you, Carrie. ☺️
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I feel I have to also say that your playing of Silent Night resonated, too.
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That means so much. ❤️
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Beautiful words and music. A lovely gift to my evening. Sending love your way!
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Love to you, my friend!
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Really like the perspective of tears watering seeds of hope. Thank you.
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Thank you, Jazz. ❤️
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Truly beautiful.
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Thank you. ☺️
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Kelley, this touched my heart and soul. You have such a beautiful gift my friend. Thank you. 🤍
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You’re so welcome. Thank you! 🕊❤️
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You’re welcome. I’m thinking of you as you near your much-deserved break! ❤️🥰🙏🏻🎄
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This is beautiful!
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Thank you! ❤️
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