Today I happened
Across a poem
Which I had never seen.
It talked about the
Depth of human
Experience and life.
I was jealous of it.
Within me, burning.
Envy inside.
Perhaps jealousy is
Just as valid,
Not all life is pretty.
Your face is lovely,
As is the sky,
But to easily described.
Mirrin M. Mhone,
4/4/13
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