Lina Jamison
art : poetry : essays
Monday, February 20, 2012
Whenever you sang
How jealous the angels were
In every teardrop, your voice lingered
Turned them into maidens without wings.
Neither the Heavens above nor the
Earth below will forget your voice for
Yours is that of the goddess of all goddesses.
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