Date sent: Fri, 22 Aug 1997 08:52:04 -0500
To: cong@fscinternet.com
Subject: Just a poem for you

Silent Tears

Damaged, hurt, bruised
fell from the sky held with string
Together it seems.
A maze of confusion
limbs weak with death
Weary of it all.
Tattoos adorn limbs denoting the past
Victories forgotten where they lay
Clouds drift by in scenic stateliness
Earth holds up the song
Arms stretch to the sky
in puzzlement perhaps
Confusion or supplicant
Weakness, droop, kneel in the
Silent Tears, drip slowly
suspended in the blink of the eye

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