Wednesday, December 24, 2014



There are drops here
I haven’t seen before.
Have you been crying,
Staining your
Beautiful dark eyes?
They’re glistening
In the morning light.

You shrug and turn
Your head.  I’ve
Never found a way
To prevent them?
I have been
Helpless before
Each onset.

I’ll reach feebly
Toward you seeking
On the way some bit
Of happiness to lay
There, hoping
To ease your
Sorrow a tiny while.

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