Her Tears
The look of diamonds.
Were caught by the candlelight.
Dove-colored clouds passed overhead.
As a summer storm came riding in.
On a cold wind ~ soft rolling seas.
Colors from the sun had all but disappeared.
Into the night of glistening starlight.
Summer days were drifting on by.
As slow as molasses.
You might even say.
As the diamonds rolled down.
Oct 2, 2015
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2017
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