The mourning afterA Poem by .:Arianna:.Of sighs and crying tearsShe cried a tear and it came crying. As if somehow it was implying, it was sadder than her, madder than her, for crying tears are rarely more than water. So when it cried the tears were what no one else taught her. She knelt on grass and it bent, blackened. As if grass could ever blacken with a touch... you think to yourself, but blacken it did, as if somehow it wanted to say so much... She sighed a sigh a sigh so potent, it could have blown the stone away, beleaguering her wish to stay. But we know sighs are rarely more than air, ephemeral, unfair. But this one lingered, like heavy, opulent perfume and it decided to consume her and her crying tears, lilting her to her doom, through slow, soft years...
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1 Review Added on August 18, 2012 Last Updated on August 22, 2012 Author.:Arianna:.Amsterdam, NetherlandsAboutWelcome to my page and thank you for stopping by. I am Arianna, half Dutch, half Greek, half explorer, half philosopher. I was born in Amsterdam but at the age of one I moved with my parents to Greece.. more..Writing
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