Tears Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Tears



I think he liked women
who cried,
who we're dewey eyed
when he left them.
The feminine sort.

My tears are locked
in my soul. ….
I shall cry them
another day,
silently,
when I am on my own

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Sally Plumb Plumb

Sally Plumb Plumb

Haverhill Suffolk England
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