Mountain Tears
6/10/2010
As dewdrops drip like tears from the ferns,
Down from high, to the flesh of my ears,
I walk alone along this Smokey Mountain road.
Fireflys flicker and flash in the mist,
And cliff sides flaunt flourishing greenery.
I think of her thick sandy brown hair,
And why it is I wish she were here,
Her eyes matching the dewdrops,
Dripping against the lush green cliff side,
I see it all as her beauty in disguise.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
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