Treasure Island

Marcus McKinley

(EARTH)

FOR US THEY WEEP


A few drops of rain
From the sky will always fall
Like tears from the heavens

For every life
There is a final call
Like tears from the heavens

Washed anew
Fast asleep we fall
Like tears from the heavens

Raining down to earth
For our rebirth
We are tears from the heavens

Submitted: Tuesday, July 27, 2010
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  • Pranab K Chakraborty (8/4/2010 1:49:00 PM)

    Very contradictory last line. I actually don't know whose tear I am.....heavens or of hell! !
    So, here I will keep myself dumb, just listen what poet says. Any way, good making and easy reading gives a bit relax. Write more......

    Regards,
    pranab (Report) Reply

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