'You're dead.'
'Yes.'
A thought, gently unspoken.
'Must I still laugh? '
he breathes tenderly,
'All the harder, love.'
A wistful sigh escapes
when she settles her chin
once more on her knees,
and the whispers are scattered away
so beautiful! .. those moments when we don't know whether to laugh or cry... so what do we do....we sigh.....
With what simple elegance you set up the situation and tenderly allow it to unfold and blossom into itself. Masterly. A thing of beauty. Quite perfect. love Dónall Dónall
Poignant and so touching. Yes, sometimes its best to laugh instead of cry, you do it often enough and the laughter will weave its way into your heart and it will become real. :) thank you for sharing :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like that...one of the poem's that you take a second look...wish I could write like that. x