Enough of this. I have had enough of repining, Of loss and lament. Enough. I want to dance in the street. I want laughter – Loud days and wild nights. I will make it up, If I have toUntil it happens. I will make it happen If I have to. I have had enough of repenting Of loss And lament. I wantDancing in the streets, Laughter. I will go into the fields And under a white hawthorn tree Dig a grave Six foot deep. Into it I will put Regret and remorse. I will cover it up, Shovel the clay And lay down my cross. I have had enough Of lament And loss. After allI wrote my own story, Chose my course. I brought myself To this edge of the river. Enough. It is over; the sad times the bleak. Put behind me. I have taken what I need – The few things of value Salvaged from the wreck. I carry the in my flesh and blood Until the last day. Enough of loss and lament. I want to dance in the street I want laughter Luminous mornings, long nights. It is over, Finished, Remorse and lament I have buried them, Turned the clay Six foot deep, under The white hawthorn tree. This day I have turned my back On sorrow. Mary Dorcey
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gracias ale! el unico dia q no pude entrar al blog (to busy with congrats) tengo mi homenaajeee en viiidaaa :)
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