Poetry/Spoken Word

Tomorrow’s new song.

Can my tears become
words for you to see?
Words echoed through
the wooded plains of
“I’m sorry” and
“please forgive me?”

But, as the light
cascades upon from
where I belong,
I can arise in hope
of tomorrow’s new song.

– A. Brown
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