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Tuesday, November 1, 2011

If


If -- What if -- if only:
Its sound travels
Through all the years,
Like the haunting sigh,
Of a low moan;
This pathetic cry --
Those remorseful 'ifs',
Consume as gangrene:
Ravaging, and devastating
Our peace, our trust,
And the sweeping light,
Of all our hope.

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