6-1-1992

The tears fall
as petals gently fall from a flower
clear and full of memories

emotion overload
rock with the beating seas
watch with intensity
and pay the fees

the wind blows
as whispering among the trees
secrets get told that way

the sun sets
deep color washes the sky
gather the thoughts and last longings
prepare as the moon rises high

Written by me on 6-1-1992

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