Tear

Poetry

YA fiction

A tear falls slow and graceful,

All it’s power grown and grown,

Accumulating each year,

Not just sadness, also fear,

Not just the bad, tears of glad

Many a face of sorrow clad.

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Deonora P

‘A cloaked wanderer of forgotten lands’ - Mythology, hikes and unfurling the sail - I’m a right weirdo, sit on my roof to watch the sun go down and to think, spend most of my time breaking horses in and wrote way too much here.