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Fiction

Poetry

A Tale of Exile

Literary Monuments

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Audience Response

Tell me that loving again is not going to hurt
Tell me that dark days and grim nights
Of a yester loving gone sour
Shall not make bedfellows
Upon the spread
Of a new moon

Tell me that loving again will not be a fresh sting
Tell me that wilted hope and cold courage
Of a yester dream misbegotten
Shall not make a haunting
Upon the hush whispers
Of a new promise

Tell me, tell me that loving again will be sweet and tender
That dreams do come true after the midnight hour
That laughter has a home inside a wounded heart
That someday soon, upon a winged spirit
I too, shall sing my song.

Mkawasi Mcharo Hall
© mkmc 27oct2001 middletown, ny