Your tears that fell
Become the rain
Marbled statues
Frozen in pain
A distant meadow
Upon to fall
To feed the flowers
Yet to bloom
A silent place
A closed room.
Angels caught
Those tears that fell
In cupped hands
Not a word to tell
Etched in time
So alone forlorn
Waiting still
An immortal dawn.
So guide me please
In times reaching hand
Its calloused promise
Before me stands
Eyes which plead
Tears as rain
To feed the meadow
Quell the pain.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: January 15th, 2026 00:01
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