A gift is made
In shades of blue
Clear beads that hold her pain
Each one bleeds out clean and new
Each drop it falls
In shades of blue
Stinging, freezing, dropping freely
Salty morning dew
She cries at night
In shades of blue
A string of beads
Upon her cheek
This is her gift to you
Shades of blue:
The beads have been purified of all sin by her prayers and each cleansed bead is a droplet of true love; crying silently, in the hope her gift will be cherished. What a lovely poem, what a lucky man to even know such love and endearment Your poem is quaint, wordly like timeless. Great write brooklynspice
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
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