Her Tears (poem)
She bares her broken heart with passing breeze
Which tarries just to listen for a while
To bring some comfort to forgotten smile
And stroke her hair to bring her mind some ease
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She speaks to it of love that was so vile
A barren desert feeding off her pleas
His promises were only words that tease
What once was she was stolen by his guile
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The gentle breeze then whispered girl to sleep
With fragrant scents from Joyous yesteryear
And wiped away the tears which bore her pain
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The breeze to storm with vengeance it must reap
Upon the source of tears he didn’t hear
Which will forever cover him with rain