''Falling Tears''
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It snowed and snowed the day that I was born,
and for that reason I love F A L L I N G snow;
in dreams, I walk the frozen woods till morn,
and from my pen the words just drip and flow.
Since childhood I've been still and I've been odd,
choosing to read old books and write my words;
in nature, I would wander and be awed,
while loving songs and beauty of sweet birds.
The snow is falling softly this long night,
I chant a song- to keep the ghosts away;
and T E A R S are falling, falling till first light.
Can they not stay in tombs in their decay?
Can they just please, just go away, away,
and leave my soul and heart in peace to pray?
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November 19, 2016
Poetry/Sonnet/"FALLING TEARS''
Copyright Protected, ID 16-851-425-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Sonnet
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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