RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Millions of teardrops fall from heaven's domain,
touching hearts of people lost in deserts of sorrow.
Too grief-stricken to find their ways back home.
Falling slowly, cheeks are moistened by thoughts of
Now floating alone on waves of sadness, seeping out
of images of childhood.
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