I hear her crying at night
Forever; the sun will never rise again
And somewhere off in the distance
Is a violin's voice
And I hear it crying too.
A shadowy blanket
Has covered this world
And through her eyes,
No other universe
Shall ever be seen again.
The stars still hang
In the opaque sky
faint,
flickering,
dying...
And her wings-
Blue angel wings,
Broken like her heart,
Like the stars
Forever alone in the opaque sky
faint,
flickering,
dying.
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Beyond the Words
Poetry"A poem begins with a lump in the throat." (Robert Frost) Collection of poems, Volume One (2012-2013) © Copyright by Dahlia Pimentel. All rights reserved.