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Tears

May 27, 2009
By Kristen Starkowski BRONZE, Marlborough, Connecticut
Kristen Starkowski BRONZE, Marlborough, Connecticut
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A silent storm thunders–and rages within.
In the darkness of night -it takes form.
In the early morn -it is born.
It cries - cleanses and pacifies my mind.
Tears of the past - wash away what will remind,
Of the battles long fought - but never wrought.
Freeing my soul – and never ceasing to console.

The author's comments:
This is a cleave poem, meaning that it can be read left to right and down the left column.

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