The Lord’s tears fall
In His subtle defeat
At the hands of His creation.
For what is to become
Of the gentle willow
Who falls upon his knees
And silently weeps?
As I am not of my own,
merely a star’s reflection
within His last teardrop.
Published by Robert E Cano II
Poetry was my first foray into writing. Freeverse, complete with the requisite teenage angst that's far too overplayed, and then finally form poetry in various forms. Now, I'm a writer of short stories, novellas, novels and various forms of commentary, along with my first love - poetry. I am an editor as well, seeking to help my fellow authors in their endeavors to produce quality work.
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