Sunday, November 17, 2013

What We Don't Hear


Even the weakest eyes
Can see the sun rise
And the faintest of smiles
Lifts someone by miles.

The feeblest yes
From a bonny lass
Is a beautiful start
And lightens up the heart

But it's the hidden tear
We often don't hear
As it rolls down
And sears up the ground.



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