Are You
Overlooking
These tears
Of Mine
Splattering
Over Your Sand
Can You
Hear My
Whispers
Through Your
Flowing Trees
As I Climb
Your Hills
So Very Steep
Come
Take My Hand
Lead Me
Be My Guide
To What
Mine Eyes
Have Left
To See
I Suffer
From my Torture
I Only Long
To be free
From My Soul
So Heavy
From All
Of My Defeats....
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A beautiful poem, Vandy