December 19, 2007
By Kayla Ciliberto, Bremen, GA

The falling tears of the sky,
My peering eyes watch them fall.
What could make my dear sky cry?
The enduring pain I saw.
I could only bare to linger,
Watching the tears of pain fall,
See the pain turn to anger,
The enduring pain I saw
I did watch the lightning strike,
Not trying to stop it all.
But who said I could-stop like...
The pain, the anger, I saw.
The more my sky tried to call,
The more my sempathy saw.
My own tears began to fall,
My hurting pain my sky saw.

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