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SORROW
The tears poured down
Her tortured face
Like enormous falls
From outer space
As if a cloud
Burst in her eye
Leaving not a stitch
Of her face dry
Her sadness seemed
To have no end
As if her heart
Would never mend
Those long and mournful
Sobs and sighs
Just kept resounding
To the skies
Her left hand out
Asking why
The right, on her heart
As though, she’d die
BOEMS by JA 90
