Of eyes that cry;
Of cloudy skies;
Of last breaths;
Of the stillness of death;
Of tears that permeate black veils;
Of rosaries clutched with a deep inhale;
Of the weary who sojourn;
Of mothers of slain sons who mourn;
Of the lament of winter breaths;
Of tender kisses while she slept;
Of loving paragraphs in-depth;
Of healing after they wept.
Beautiful Thoughts 