Cry Poem by Elena Toledo
Cry
He has the edge of me, the quill,
and the waves of prolong prose.
The hands move, they write with no
purpose but to disappear into death minds.
Meanings of grief,
turning into dark stone, teardropp become
ice drops, reach the end, and break
into dry whispers of cry
Monday, September 15, 2008
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem was inspire by the sorrows of my life, for i write to disappear in my prose to release all my grief in it.
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