Wednesday, March 12, 2008

She Comments

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She felt like an incomplete painting and her life, an incomplete song,
She dared, touch that hollow space in her heart and felt emptier every time he took her in his arms
She often closed her eyes and thought of that lost love, in the moist darkness of those nights
She pushed herself hard to love someone; she didn’t, and felt guilty every time she failed.
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Richa Tiwari Joshi
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Jurietta Duraan 12 March 2008

This is a beautiful poem with insight - many of 'she' persons live like that.

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