Wednesday, September 24

River Of Tears

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River Of Tears 9/23/14

She trampled through the backwoods,
alone with her dark thoughts.
Love had passed her by.
Her tears flowed freely.
Each step taken in anguish,
she felt vulnerable and used up,
now she was damaged goods.
Small waves washed over her rubber boots,
she noticed not-crying even harder.
Feeling sorry for herself,
head hung she continued to sob.
She didn’t notice until too late.
She had cried a river of tears,
and being lost, it easily swept her away.
 
Bekkie Sanchez ©

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