Sarai Girma Poems
|1.||Dark Purple Rain||1/3/2006|
|4.||One, Two, Three, Four.||1/3/2006|
|5.||Are We Wise Or Are We Misled? Or Do We Not Care Enough Anymore To Discern Which Is Which?||1/3/2006|
|6.||This Is A Poem. Kind Of.||1/3/2006|
|8.||Tuesday, January 3rd,2006.||1/4/2006|
|10.||When It Ends It's Far From Over.||1/5/2006|
|11.||Affirmation, Of Sorts||1/5/2006|
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she crunched through the ice and dirty
snow, knowing that someone had
shoveled a path just three yards to her
left but feeling it necessary to make her own.
she always was that way.
she looked up to the sky, and shivered.
since when had the stars seemed so…
she slowed her pace and closed her eyes
and thought back to a time when the stars held
something different. a feeling of hope,
and opportunity, and the potential for wishes come true.
things were different then. that was before
she realized that she kept making the same wishes. ...