Stage I Poem by Rebecca Stansfield
Stage I
Where is the sense that we should tell,
tell if we really know one another,
tell if it comes so as it does seem,
and if it as it does appear.
(Only we know what is strong or weak)
Where do the tears come from?
In which are filled with salt,
and that to know if the salt's emotion?
or just salt from our eyes...
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