Her tears slip from heaven
Soft and smooth as satin

From a vacant cloud
With a silken shroud

Full of sorrow in its possession
Sunshine is now in recession

Cold winds of knowing
An angel upon sorrowing

The truth makes the rest a lie
Consequences rage and ramify

Tears as heavy as hail
As they fall, they impale

© Delia Ross. 2019

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