Marjorie Hart Poems

The day fades quietly
now only a murky silhouette submerged in evening waters.
Movement becoming slow and graceful
sounds crisp as if originating not from without but from within.
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Tears that sing their strains of sorrow flow freely from my anguishing eyes
and fall to the breast which is wounded near lifeless.
Yet life remains to empower my turmoil and give my agony breath.
I turn my face to the sky in search of release but no answer comes.
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