Rosalinda’s Song

Rain filling the sound hole

The strings impossible to play as they become saturated 

As the fingers slide off in frustration, the winds pick up

Noisy, forceful, unapologetic 

Mother Nature attempting to stop the music

Perseverance plucking the chords

Rhythm blowing the winds towards the Cuban Sky

Continuing to play “Rosalinda’s Eyes”

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