Marble: Poetry

Go on, darling,
rest your head
don't be afraid
to cry

When your stomach
fills with dread
at everything
you try

Let the cool grass
soothe you,
among marble
statues lie

Drift in clouds
that bequeath you
as they
wander by

The tears will
end eventually,
a new day will
once more dawn

And somewhere,
somehow, you'll
find the reason
to carry on.

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