The Tear on the Cheek

by March 26, 2015 0 comments

There it goes,
There it overflows,
There it wanders

In a swift feather-like manner
When wind blows
Running thither

As if to be forgotten
To be the dew
Inside a book bitterly written

To moan in silence
To hurt to torn
To be doomed to an everlasting mutiny

editors note:

Write the book sweetly; squeeze that tear from joy, instead. Write sweetly! – mh clay

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