Safe now and free to plough the sweeter deep
where to do's and not to do's count no more
In closing eyes I plan no more to weep
A thousand times I swipe at that clean sweep
In hope to end the cluttered daily chore
Safe now and free to plough the sweeter deep.
I ruse at laughter with my fellow sheep -
A ploy to keep my weakness from their shore
In closing eyes I plan; no more to weep.
I'll shrug the woe, I'll climb the curving steep,
one day, to shake the need; to be therefore
Safe, safe and free to plough the sweeter deep
I'll drink no more to fund the tears that seep -
their splash won't wash away the love you swore,
In closing eyes I plan no more to weep
In lies I hide the you I still adore
In truth, I long to be for evermore
Safe, safe and free to plough the sweeter deep
In closing- eyes, I plan no more to weep
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Beautiful poem, to stop the tears we can make a thousand plans but to force the heart to follow one, oh that might be really hard.May come a day for every tear to become a smile, lovely write, thank you for share,10.