Last Moment of the Day
Deep are the tears
that lay buried in the shadows
they seek not the eyes
from where they would flow
known only to the birth of yesterday
they drip like raindrops
down the memory of the soul
to pool before the fall of quiet eyelids
as the last vestige of the day
turns to restless sleep
10/25/19
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2019
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