Weeping Girl
Your tears do not become your eyes.
Would my guitar weep in their stead
to drench and drown the shade that tries,
and charm a smile when woe has fled,
the fingers of my restless hands
would dance to soothing sarabands.
Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2012
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