Tuesday, March 13, 2012

it is {never} enough

When the sun rises I think
to myself that if this were
the last day the sun rises
I would still be glad
because even in the
memory of a dead woman,
it is enough.

When the sun rises I think
to myself that were this
the last day the sun rises
I would sink in despair
because even in the
heart of a grateful woman,
it is never enough.

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