Poem: Tears

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A blurry grave I can see, beyond my tears,

and peacefully rests by a tree, bringing my tears.

Surrounded by roses, lilies, angels and love,

The wind blowing free, drying my tears.

A voice echoing between the woods, calling

To me such a plea, pushing past my tears.

A woman, brave and strong, gone too soon,

Faintly whispering to me, wiping away my tears.

The world is cruel, unfair, hard and tiring,

Please, have mercy, and out come my tears.