Narrow voices, harried with stresses of daily trials,
trying to place them aside, but not having much success
at this particular time in space.
Touching tears quickly and quietly in sorrow's grasp,
wishing to hide from other's noticing with any great
detail.
Softly, tiptoeing away, trying to disappear from sight,
allowing no untoward emotion to escape.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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