I use them on the flowers
That bloom in the dark.
They spill down my cheeks
And run rivulets across my heart.
I taste the salt and wonder;
The price seems so high.
When will they be enough?
How long must I cry?
Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson
**This is a work of fiction.
Beautifully written, Penny. Happy New Year!
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Thank you so much Robbie and thank you for all you do! ❤ ❤ 🙂
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