Lashes wet with sleep shed tears; morning sun drenches closed eyes.Rainbow swirls rim each squint; a promise tears will never drown.
Judy, this is a lovely poem, i like the title, the pace, the imagery... glad I had the opportunity to read this one fine morning! Cheers, Anita
Very lovely and it speaks well of your attitude. Thanks.
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