If falling rain
Could form a mask
To ease the pain
Or seldom ask
Of memories
Now hard engrained
Granite rock
Tears to taste.
I need to wander
Away from such
Find the poet
Inside me crushed
Rebuild the need
Cease my pain
Face my enemy
Words to place.
Upon a page
Where dreams can fly
Untouched by
Another eye
Bathed in hands
To purify
The granite tears
No longer cry.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
this is so beautiful
very kid, much appreciated and thanks
very kind
The meter was hypnotic and for this a fave. I very much liked the line granite rock tears. Lovley
appreciated and thanking you
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