As the crickets sing their
usual nightly song
I gaze at the stars
and wonder if I belong
How beautiful it would be
If, just now, it started to rain
My tears would mix with the
dewy drops and they'd no longer stain
My inquisitive brown eyes
look to the sky once more
As I recall a sweet memory
of a passionate night on the shore
And I know I belong
there is a place for me here
This majestic place has no room for sorrow
As I wipe away one last tear
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Author:
Christina (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 16th, 2019 22:11
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
May those tears of sorrow be tears of joy in that majestic place Christina.
Thanks so much Andy! Appreciate the read!
Most of us want to escape to that majestic place, and then reality jolts us back to what we must endure. So I feel the majic is in learning how to endure, so we can escape to that majestic place.
Thank you so much for your comment, suresh, it is appreciated!!!--Christina
Lovely thought provoking write
Thank you Serenwise!!
Bring on tomorrow and start all over...
No more tears but be sure, there will be plenty more shores................ Neville
I love your outlook! Thanks for the response on this!---Christina
Never a problem, tis but a pleasure... Neville
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