Sorrow's Puddle Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sorrow's Puddle
Moistened blue eyes, looking from within, seeing sorrow
standing in a puddle of it's own, wavering slightly,
seeing images continually spinning out of control.
Zephyr - stringing music along chords of my mind,
awakening thoughts and parts of speech, searching for
airless meanings and seeing grief still standing at
sorrow's side.
No plans of ever stirring this side of life.
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