New Tears [about Grievng--with commentary]
New Tears [about Grieving]
If it rains or shines
Little does it matter so? Days, like tear drops-
Slip and slide, and go.
I sit looking out my window
Little do I want to say-?Goodbye and close my brain;
Not forever, anyway!...
At my door he still stands
Holding roses in his hands, I look a little pale and sad
Will he see me fair or mad?