UntitledA Poem by BelaAbout just allowing your sadness to be, accepting, not fighting it, even though you'd like it gone of course.
Be careful with those tears of mine
She said, They hold memories you know. He caught each one with his hands And placed them down gently One by one, side by side Like giant glass baubles. What now? He asked Just let them sit there, she replied They need time Time for what? Just time to be. © 2015 BelaReviews
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3 Reviews Added on April 7, 2015 Last Updated on April 7, 2015 AuthorBelaSydney, New South Wales, AustraliaAboutBeen writing poems on and off since I was 11 or 12. Dabbling a bit, many should never see the light of day, but in the past couple of years my poems are a little better. 99% of the time I do not feel.. more..Writing
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