Tears fall,
annoyingly,
dripping incessantly,
like a worn washered tap,
into the tumbling sands;
exploding, time
and time again.
Tears fall,
annoyingly,
dripping incessantly,
like a worn washered tap,
into the tumbling sands;
exploding, time
and time again.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | August 5, 2011 - 10:26
A poignant little poem, Chris. I hope the sun comes out soon and dries up those tears.
Tina;-)xx