A poets tears
Fell but gently
As Spring rain
Saddened time
The news
Of your passing
Belated
Flattened wine.
The bells
In the distance
Hark the morning
Clouded sky
Inner words
Feeble children
Trembling hands
Wish to cry.
The day has eyes
Watching lashes
Blinking sorrow
Times now gone
Damp and moist
As are memories
Falling twilight
Blocks the sun.
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