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Sep 27
A WOMAN IS CRYING

in the next room
a woman
is crying

a moon
perches upon an hotel sign
unmoved

as a new millennium
dawns
as bright as neon

the woman
still crying
her unknown

despair
shifting silently
from one century to another

human grief
unchanged
from age

to age
a woman is
crying


*


An hotel in the Big Apple as the town blinked blue and painted itself red before mellowing into yellow and began the whole sequence again and again. The woman next door was sobbing her heart out for hours and did not cease when the 20th became the 21st century. She seemed to be crying for the whole world...what had gone before...what was to come. Grief and sadness one of the things that makes us human.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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   Crow and Nick Moore
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