Tricia Mae Chua
Singing To Myself - Poem by Tricia Mae Chua
I sang myself back to sanity today.
The sun finally came out after a dreary yesterday.
Somehow I feel that the air around could sense
what was happening inside me.
(Bowie, Maryland/November 11,2007)
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