What makes her laugh, what makes her smile When she's ready to depart? Perhaps she knows the simple truth That encourages her heart: She does not belong here anyway, And so she feels there is no more To be said. It's time to go away For
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Just when all she saw was anger in the surrounding faces And her faith in humanity from all redemptive graces Had fallen, and she lost control, lashing out with bitter pique, She realized that after she had struck him 'cross the cheek, And his eyes were neither angry nor
The inadequacy of words Is a nuisance to a soul That wants to reveal something But is left with just a hole On the paper; a reminder That the pen is only better Than the sword when it is held By a crafter of bold letters, A master of poignant
Peeking over the garden wall She looked to the right, and then to the left. Her eyes no recognition showed, But rather a look desolate, bereft. She beheld the scattered willow trees That grew but sparsely on the bank, And leaning against the crumbling wall, She paused awhile to think.