December 22, 1993

266. As She Walks Away...

Dear frail, salty tear,
That one in my eye,
I can feel you there--
There on the edge of my sight,
Please, I beg, do not fall!
For my heart is too weak
To bear the pain of your fall,
And tears are what she wants to see
When she looks back over her shoulder
As she walks away...

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