Not A Scholarly Thought

by Ernesto Ramirez
(Bell gardens, CA, United States)

How old were you when you met sorrow?
Her beautiful green eyes,
pools deep enough to drown anyone but a women.
How old were you when she first made you feel alive? She doesn't just create life, give it, or take it . . . she controls it
don't take that away from her,
she might not pull you out.

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