Mar 2017
The near half moon,
Low in the eastern sky,
Like a god-given teardrop,
For we who can't cry.
It sits on the cheek
Of a darkening light;
A tear such as this
Is cold comfort at night.
Low in the eastern sky,
Like a god-given teardrop,
For we who can't cry.
It sits on the cheek
Of a darkening light;
A tear such as this
Is cold comfort at night.
Written by
Francie Lynch
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