The Tears of Death

The tears of death flowed in great streams

Of broken spirits and broken dreams

The tears of death in it’s mighty flow

Has taken  the person those who love her know

the tears of death break life’s schemes

of empty hearts and life’s in-betweens

the tears of death water seeds to sow

no one like her found, above or below.

the tears of death flow effortlessly it seems

for each one of them, her smile beams

the tears of death each one that glows

her patience and kindness, her spirit it shows

the tears of death will never come between

her joy and her hope in her field of dreams

the tears of death in it’s mighty flow

can’t have the person,  those who love her know.

TPDoyle

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