Wednesday, March 26, 2014


Sometimes I brush by you
Just to feel the purposed pain
Of you and yesterday
And all

And sometimes I crush laughter
For the reverence of rain
Because laughter bleeds summer
Tears fall

Sometimes the tortured tango
Of hope’s whispers faded thin
Becomes a tight-rope
Where I flirt

…with being braver, younger
And to dream a dream again
But sometimes I brush by you
Just to hurt

© Janet Martin

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