A Lone Tear
In the mist of time comes a lone tear-
I lingered so weary with longing . . .
it was in deep autumn of the year;
the maple leaves were burnt red and falling,
at your stone cold grave- I stood crying.
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August 27, 2012
Poetry/Quintain (English)/A Lone Tear
Copyright Protected, ID 08-416-516-27
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Reality
sponsor, Nathan D, Judged 06/07/2013
Second Place
Submitted to the Premier Contest 165
sponsor, Brian Strand, NA, Judged 08/29/2012
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2012
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