A Monsoon of Tears
The skies grew heavy, a shadowed gray,
As sorrow surged, it found its way.
A single drop, then countless more,
A monsoon of tears began to pour.
The heart, once steady, broke its dam,
Each tear a story, a quiet jam.
They fell like rain on barren ground,
A storm of loss, no end was found.
Storms will pass; the skies will clear,
And from the pain, new growth draws near.
A monsoon of tears may flood the land,
Yet healing waits with steady hand.
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
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