Teardrops Poem by john o'connell

Teardrops



Rain falls
on the gelid features
of my face -

running in rivulets
through the hills and dales
and flowing into
the waterway of my heart
to the empty ocean
of your now
ebbed love.

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john o'connell

john o'connell

Limerick, Ireland
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