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Crossing Over
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*by Fatima Ray*
At eighteen waiting for the light to turn green at the intersection in the
big city thirty miles from home. Observing all the people waiti...
1 year ago
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Seeking refuge
I wade, uncertain.
Through these fields
of wilting lives
I moan, longing.
For I refuse to believe
that I stand against
the drying pain, alone.
That somewhere or here
I will be found, consoled.
In this sea of dying hope
I thought I saw them, waving.
But like the arid air
this earth breathe,
they're just there, too, waiting.
Photo by Basir Seerat. Please visit his site at http://www.basirseerat.blogspot.com/
This entry is a poem I wrote in about 10 minutes as my entry to Laura Jane's blog. And it was chosen as a winner. Please click picture named EXCEPTIONAL WRITING AWARD on the left panel to go to the site. Thank you.
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