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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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sad poem

Lonely Ride

There’s not a soul to meet him
Coming off of this plane,
And isn’t that the saddest thing
That life has in its store?
To have arrived at someplace,
Or worse, to come back home,
And not a soul that cares you’re there,
Or ever were before.

– s. Clark

No Air

We all take our breath for granted
Until one day it’s not there,
And it’s hard to notice sunlight
When there isn’t any air.

– s. Clark

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