Black Tears
BLACK TEARS
… . ………. ..
in this midnight chill
black tears pour at will ~ ~
a limping rose on window sill
~life scattered, such bitter pill ~ ~
wafting air of prayers to fill
her stormy eyes~~ hang so still
~then scent so light blows from hill
as new breath feels fresh thrill ~
~
……………..
monorhyme
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Contest: Brian Stand's Whatevr Any Theme
By: nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2011
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