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Mar 2018
"Even rocks crack I tell you"

their fragile insides exposed
no longer strong
no longer firm

like barren clouds they split
spilling their dusty tears
unnoticed
freeing them
yet not

forming smaller prisons
that hold their tears
and wait
for infinity
to be the dust
of stars again
First line is from a favorite poem of mine "Pride" by Dahlia Ravikovitch
Mary-Eliz
Written by
Mary-Eliz  Virginia
(Virginia)   
191
     Me Díaz, Sarita Aditya Verma and Cana
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