Your Poetry Dot Com - The letter

From where I'm standing
i can see
a woman
dressed in black;
She leans her back
on the wall;
writes a letter
on a piece of fabric.
A beggar passes by,
leaves a coin
on her feet.
He walks; asks from me
his coin back.
An old man
throws it at me,
the beggar grasps it
in his palm.
Passively
he sits at the corner
of the street
takes out his hat
puts the coin in,
crosses his legs...waits..
I turn..I look
at the woman
She has changed her dress;
its colour
is blue.
I feel her sorrow
and his
inside me
as one.
A tear,
from my left eye,
falls
on my cheek.
The woman
wipes it out
gently
with her silk dress.
She leaves the letter
on my hands;
asks from me
to deliver it
to the beggar.

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