Tears from such tender eyes.
My heart aches with each moist lash she holds.
And for every salty drop
That glides
upon her face
I choke
on tears of my own.
Holding those back to save us
So we don't drown.
--Diva
Thursday Short Run, Little Dry Creek
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I have not posted to my blog in forever, so here I am before Google deletes
me.
2 years ago
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