[to pierrot, painted with tears]
they are plagarizing your tears
night and day night and day
sang pierrot
not to columbine
and the whine of their process
distresses me sorely
he sang to his small lute
they have stolen my tears
from furtive moments
in secret passages made public;
in the public square
the thief of griefs
can only shine.
get your own!
I cried but O
there were no tears left
mary angela douglas 11 october 2015
they are plagarizing your tears
night and day night and day
sang pierrot
not to columbine
and the whine of their process
distresses me sorely
he sang to his small lute
they have stolen my tears
from furtive moments
in secret passages made public;
in the public square
the thief of griefs
can only shine.
get your own!
I cried but O
there were no tears left
mary angela douglas 11 october 2015
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