My Tears
As always I push open the creaking iron gate,
And follow the winding road that leads me to you;
The wind takes my hair and is pushing me forward,
Burnt orange and yellow leaves are whirling.
The air is cool as it whispers in the ancient trees,
Flowers are decaying on the tombstones I pass;
I can hear my own breathing in this silent dead place,
And then I am standing at your engraved stone.
I did not bring you flowers on this cold fall day,
My forever, ever love is all that I hold in my heart;
Not a single day, my darling, do I not think of your face,
All I can do, my love is . . . leave you my tears.
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September 5, 2014
Poetry/Verse/My Tears
Copyright Protected, ID 14-597-662-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Theme - leave you my tears
Entered into the contest, The Poet II,
sponsor, gautami phookan
Second Place
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