her stolen tears fall in peace
veiled from a world that will not cease
her knitted brows now show their crease
as she weeps into her comforting fleece
nothing can slow their rapid increase
as they finally find their release…
~Inspired by the wonderful Monorhyme by Nette Onclaud "Black Tears"~
You are an amazing poet and you are missed here every day.
I hope that these words find you well and that you will be back
to inspire more of us here at the Soup!
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