TearsA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)The many facets of tearsTears that course ‘cross my cheek Then drip like salted rain Almost with a cosmic force That seems to seek And leave…a permanent stain Tears that speak of many things Without a single word spoken Of love bourne ‘pon Angel wings And anguish of hearts broken Tears will come unbidden With love…or with sorrow Emotions that will not stay hidden Not today…yesterday… …nor tomorrow…
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Added on January 9, 2019 Last Updated on January 9, 2019 AuthorDavid O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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