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.
August 27, 2012
Poetry/Quintain (English)/A Lone Tear
Copyright Protected, ID 12-416-516-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to, Contest 165, Premiere
sponsor, Brian Strand
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2012
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