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Crying

Dawn Thebarge Hill

1997

salty waters streaming

slowly down cheeks

they cascade at first

then intensify

trembling shoulders

shaking in frustration, pain or fear

gently rocking

then swiftly swaying

hands covering

hiding the rivers

desperately trying

to hold in the despair

cleansing

freeing

purifying

purging

washing away all that is troublesome

all pain, all fear

all guilt, all frustrations

until at long last the torrent ceases