the grass is mourning;
i can feel the wetness on my skin,
standing barefoot,
in a sea of even-cut green.
and though the sun will rise,
and wipe away those tears;
as a lover might;
i find those moments before dawn
somber and sobering.
just how sad must one's dreams be
to wake up with tears,
settled on your lashes,
every morning?















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This piece stays within itself. A nice statement.
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silent tears falling
unheard amongst the rustle
of wings come undone
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silent tears falling
unheard amongst the rustle
of wings come undone
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silent tears falling
unheard amongst the rustle
of wings come undone
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silent tears falling
unheard amongst the rustle
of wings come undone
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