Air echos with sad cries
as large, wet eyes
peer through the bars and hearts pace,
seeking a way back to comfort.
A woman stands watching...
remembering
other sad tears and cries,
soft little hands patting, wanting...
Love watches, waits... knowing
it's with sighs and tears that we grow,
and that we gain power by letting go.
True love is godly... wise
even when naked pain slowly drips
from large, wet eyes.
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