Friday, October 11, 2019

Poetry #73

For the
fool understood
it all.

She saw
the world
different than
the others.

And so
she understood.

The voice
of fresh
fallen tears.

The gratitude
of a
dying dog.

The pain
of a
loving mother.

The thought
of the
world as
it cries.

The world
to her
is different
for though
she is
a fool,
she understands
it all.

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