And Sorrow For Me Of Him To The Truth... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

And Sorrow For Me Of Him To The Truth...

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he can be nice,
if he was only able
to smile
but his smile
is one distortion
he looks tragically

when for him
a chin is shivering
and sorrow for me
of him black,
at one time, of hair
of both expressive eye

and the look,
which I know only
from one small photo
put in quickly
on the Internet
personal side...

Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: internet
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