Sky TearsA Poem by Geralyn MillerIt was fitting that rain fell as we said our last good byes. She always loved the rain.
The rain must have loved her. The sky began to weep the moment we reached her open grave. The rain continued for the rest of the day, all through the night; until the sky finally cried itself to sleep just as dawn broke. © 2010 Geralyn MillerReviews
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8 Reviews Added on December 1, 2010 Last Updated on December 1, 2010 AuthorGeralyn MillerPhoenix, AZAboutI was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..Writing
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