Imagine

Imagine I am mourning

And all day

Wear the day like darkness

Returning to the map

The insidious streets

A body full of tears

Vibrant

And bright as a jewel

Such things shine

Always after rain

Imagine I was mourning

and the day was a white gown

And each sigh

Winging towards

Heaven

yvette m smith sept 08

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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