The heart
Is always waiting
To break.
I sat with a sad girl
With a nervous laugh;
She was delighted
To have company,
She trembled
And nearly wept.
Everything touches us
To our inner core
And changes us forever
Like John Lennon
Identifying his mother
In a lonely morgue as a teen
After she was mown down by a car.
Everyone is beautiful and fragile,
I wish I knew where you were
When I feel the most vulnerable
In this often tragic world.
this is a cruel, cruel world, Uriah. You touch on that marvelously. take care, goldy xx
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Via fragile, beautiful human beings the pen of the poet is inspired. And the result is truly exceptional. Lovely, Uriah. Always your friend, Sandra