Thursday, April 24, 2014

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.

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