tears
that no one sees
the birds
the trees
little children
by land and sea
a mother a dad
or a soldier
hand crafted from a lad
tears
disappearing as they fall
shaking the ground
and hollow halls
with victims
yet to blame
boast harden hearts
and forgotten shame
tears
some have forgiveness
some have no names
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
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