A Scattered Tear Dropp Laments In Solitude Poem by nimal dunuhinga
A Scattered Tear Dropp Laments In Solitude
' I give everybody a slight comfort when they are in a sad mood
But when I cry who gives me at least a tattered handkerchief to wipe? '
* Do you believe some tears they talk?
Your readers do, dear Nimal, when they leave you their comments. Your titles too, never fail to astound. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
These tears certainly do, my friend. Lovely, unique and very charming. This reader is enchanted. As always, Sandra
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Yes, tears talk, and they say so many things, if only we open our hearts to listen. I'll offer you a handkerchief (and a shoulder) any time, Nimal. Linda :)