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Aug 2010
The tears he wept came from the depths of his soul
Extreme anguish burning with fever
Tears flowing like great streams of liquid fire
One could feel but did not see there

The immense torment, which brought about his tears
And induced his fiery pain
We did not know or even begin to ask
Because we merely walked by, heads hung in shame

Each one of us, quickly passed right by him
Never said a single word
While pretending we could not feel his fevered pain
From the vast anguish he had incurred

All our hearts, could feel, the fever of his pain
From the tears we could not see
Because we were all too afraid to look into the eyes
We heard there weeping on the street
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Neva Flores Varga Smith
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Neva Flores Varga Smith  53/F/Rochester NY
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