Stop Crying, Poetess
Twas no use…neither to love, nor care,
She wept, as briskly out the door, he went.
That thunderous night, crashing bolts of lightning
from God’s tent were with His love sent
But she heard Him naught, just in rhe flashes
of electrical blue light, wept and stared!
Like other women, she thought love lasted and
men were faithful for all time.
You will read many a write like that here.
Crying women, so afraid, that without
that “one” man, they have life to fear.
It is but a hapless case of a lying cuss.
Who lied, so stop the tears, life’s sun is out!
1/29/202
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2023
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