the day
cries
wicked tears
stinging
in
the
afternoon
sun.
no one
there
to wipe away
the
sorrow
from
the face
of
tomorrow.
the surrender
will
be sweetly
uttered
in
bitter eulogies
offered
in
fading sunsets.
(10-21-2015)
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