Weep

A poem, a sort of elegy

Eyes that weep and seep out sorrow
Borrowed handkerchief at hollow
Holeside honoring, needing
Bleeding pleading, no relieving
Salving word sounds soothing
Smoothing longings rising and fallings
So sun keep rising, birds peep
Though sorrow's well is deep
It's not yet time to join that sleep
It is not yet tomorrow

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