Friday, January 21, 2011

Tears

Stars shooting, falling through the sky,
So many...many glistening,
Falling...falling, simply to die,
as though no one’s even listening.

Falling, always never...but ever alone,
Absorbed in the onslaught of the earth,
Dropping...crashing, and a little moan,
so small, just a flicker since their birth.

Because the darkness...darkness heavy,
Not often seen are they,
If one should see the broken levy,
take this time...this time to pray.
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