Tears Of The Dead
teas of the dead
fall softly on the flesh
of the living
as we bathe in your ambiance
set free you soul
and cast an over head
cloud, may rain fall and
whisper you name in
every dropp may your
love wash away tears
from your love one eyes.
for in time all wounds heal
but our hearts stay unmended
with little to rely on
give us faith for another
day as your tears cleans our
pain and brighten a new day
poem by Robert Roberts
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