POEM. 8 SEPTEMBER 1995

POEM

I LONG TO GRASP

WHAT I CANNOT HAVE

AND FEED THE HURT INSIDE.

TO STAUNCH THIS PAIN

SO SOAR FROM WEEPING

WAVES OF SORROW IN MY LIFE

AND FREE THE PRISONER

TRAPPED WITHIN MY HEART.

PRINT FROM LINO.
RAYE'S ANGELS ART WORK.