The Tear

by Carolyn   Apr 19, 2007


On my breast rest,the
Face of a restless
Tear..
Quickly dried as dust,
And blown away by the
Dry wind
From the frosty sun
Chill..
Short lived the restless
Tear..
For death creeped upon
me alas..
Muted lips..
Dried all rivers flow
Within..

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