I can't
cry
not about
that
not
today
not
yesterday.
I can
cry in joy
over
a young woman's
blooming,
giving birth
to her new persona
singing her song with a sass
reserved for a woman
who lives it.
I can
cry in sadness
(for a second)
over the love song
now playing
(in the background)
but I can't cry
over the
horror
if
I
do
I
will
never
stop.
MeeAugraphie
04/17/07
cry
not about
that
not
today
not
yesterday.
I can
cry in joy
over
a young woman's
blooming,
giving birth
to her new persona
singing her song with a sass
reserved for a woman
who lives it.
I can
cry in sadness
(for a second)
over the love song
now playing
(in the background)
but I can't cry
over the
horror
if
I
do
I
will
never
stop.
MeeAugraphie
04/17/07
3 comments:
I'm usually not much of a friend of poems, but this one is beautiful.
Samulli - waking up to your comment this morning was awesome. Thank you.
excellent Marcia.I am visiting your blogs daily now.Expecting and finding your great and emotional words.Mabel
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