Helen Vorst

Do Not Cry, My Little.

I've seen you crying all that long night,
Tears like huge bugs went out from your eyes -
I even do not now reason why. There is allways reasons for
And every day adds more and more.

But, my little, if ever you'll be affended by grieves,
Do remember this night and us, listening to rustle of leaves,
Hearing city softly breaths, mocking lights
Diffracting on your long lashes, die in deep dark sky.

Do not cry, my little, let dream-weighted cloud
Take away your childish sorrow,
Do not cry, my little, it's enough with wet,
Let's go to bed: so late in night is almost morrow.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 3, 2009
Poem Edited: Sunday, October 4, 2009

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Comments about Do Not Cry, My Little. by Helen Vorst

  • Quin Faas (10/3/2009 10:58:00 PM)

    last line moves...beautiful

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  • Tai Chi Italy (10/3/2009 5:50:00 PM)

    I was hooked by this line

    'Diffracting on your long lashes, die in deep dark sky.'

    What a patter? and I don't mean rain! lol I always believe in living in the now! perfectly poetically correct

    Smiling at you

    tai

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