Strange Lands
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In Berlin I cried,
My body racked with pain,
I nearly died.

In Boston I cried,
My sister in law had cancer,
She died.

In Paris I cried,
Of a heart wounded and despaired,
My soul died.

I have cried in strange lands
And strangers have held my hands.


My collection of poems “Yearnings” may be ordered online, here