A Quiet of Morning Tears
The silent dew of passion's death erupts
It falls upon the face of broken love
And splinters hope into shards
Of shattered disconsolate dreams
Refracted in tears light that falls upon the verge
Of a new day bereft, filled with cold
And the gift of solitude's promise
---by Dean Deal
Of shattered disconsolate dreams
Refracted in tears light that falls upon the verge
Of a new day bereft, filled with cold
And the gift of solitude's promise
---by Dean Deal
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