tears touch my cheek
when in pure light
faeries might instead
salty tears
wash away my pangs
remorse
regret
loss
life brings tears
to you
and me
there must be a purpose
now shed
they dry
eyes red
cheeks crusty
the storm now passed
with only memories
left in the wake
of tears
4 comments:
Bob, it's almost like you wrote this for me. It's beautiful.
I wrote it for all of us.
Dude, you need to publish.
I like that idea!
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