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Monday, February 28, 2005

Ask

When you see her passing by
with the pain rising in her eyes,
ask her why she cries.
When you don’t understand
what she feels, and why,
ask her why she cries.
When all you can do
is listen to her tears,
ask her why she cries.

3 Comments:

At 11:24 AM, Blogger Paula said...

Oh my goodness, I hope you don't mind, but I want to put this poem on my blog today. It's perfect. I am taking the liberty to do so, just let me know if you'd like me to remove it!
Love Ya!

 
At 12:30 PM, Blogger Nettie said...

Go ahead, I'm glad you like it so much!

 
At 4:02 AM, Blogger t said...

I totally wrote a song about this! Well, not about this poem in particular, but, you know, kind of, like, in the same vein.

"Here to Listen"
http://www.tralgatt.com/media/music/here_to_listen.htm

 

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