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Created on: March 15, 2009
Tears of Lovely People in Dingy Places
Dirty browns and grays, yet the people sing and play.
A city in the distance, yet this is their way.
Foreign people frown upon it, but the natives think they're fine.
So long they have lived like this, but they know it could get better in time.
Good qualities, the people have, love, tolerance, and patience.
Best they are doing, but situation makes them anxious.
Similiar to you and I, they go to school and work.
Givin the opportunity, the town could rise from the merk.
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Poetry: Tears
A LITTLE GIRL CRIES
A little girl cries as she sits alone on the edge of her bed,
So perfectly made in her room so neat and
Moisture dropping upon my cheeks
My soul releasing
Clear droplets like the morning dew
Glistening on an aspen tree
Tears are
Tears
There it is again,
the unavoidable burning in my throat
that signals the trapped emotions of tears wanting to escape.
Quietly they fall, disturbing nothing.
No trace left behind as they vanish.
Yet their existence holds so much.
A clear morsel
Prettiness has dashed him awake
He has become nothing next to her power
Lost in his scattered tears
She has taken her stand
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