Oh what a tragedy
The people are mourning
The birds are all silent
And the dead eat empty soil
The skies are weeping
Its tears are mixing
With salt from the eyes
Into the dead's mouths
Then the black-clad leave
And the skies turn bright
The birds resume chirping
But the dead say nothing
They can't breathe, anyways
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
