In every tear of my eye,
deep tales in them lie,
of beautiful scars,
of whimsical lashes,
of burnt sunflowers,
of roses and ashes,
for every tear of my eye,
just never seems to dry,
like satin ribbons in breeze,
they flow, they dance, they fly.
Friday, May 22, 2009
For Every Tear.
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