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Happiness in a Sad Poem
If there is anything
I can trust
it is the hours
we lived in the poem
the whispers
that kissed my night
into a blossom
It is in you
the quietude
of a moon-lit lake
& your tears
that light my shadow
Even when I’m tired
I can still dream
in your silent
singing
Words
are innocent
Each is a happy note
carrying the sad song
higher and freer
than any promise
I’m tired of promises
Give me a poem, please
If you want to cry with me
cry into my hands
cry me a river
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:2/2/05
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