Dripping Tears Forever Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Dripping Tears Forever



Cordell in the back-room,
the aged councillor in the cellar,
a blue face in the foray,
How the sounds better!
Like passages through the mountain,
and dew on the river,
Like the tears dancing,
a dripping forever!

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