Poem -

Whence the Tears

A tear has dropped, unto wonder, such allusion, light and
Slumber. Plus confusion, a fabled dream, a flaming torch,
And truth extreme. Feel the collar, of subtle pain, a
Driving force, the plight of Spain. And deep within, a
Silent scream, the heart of angst, a sullen stream. Thus the
Spirit, bleeding peace, the myth of Christ, and mystic grief.
But soul to God, a fluid crypt, the art of pain, and fallen
Script.

A tenet strong, this ancient claim, the age of Greece, and
Mortal flame. Thus the ballad, the darkest gloom, a
Shapeless soul, the bleeding moon. And tears to earth, the
Depth of prayer, the kiss of God, and light despair. And
Heart to pain, the grave of breath, the life of tears, and
Cryptic death. 

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Nardine Sanderson

The following lines painted with elegance, beauty of a longing heart.

"Thus the ballad, the darkest gloom, a
Shapeless soul, the bleeding moon. And tears to earth, the
Depth of prayer, the kiss of God, and light despair. And
Heart to pain, the grave of breath, the life of tears, and
Cryptic death. "
well done, Glenn xx love it, love deano xoxo

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Glenn Marchand

I thank you Nardine for reading and commenting on the verses. I appreciate the support.

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Glenn Marchand,

Good verse, painful impact. My fave stars,My applause

And truth extreme. Feel the collar, of subtle pain, a
Driving force, the plight of Spain. And deep within, a
Silent scream, the heart of angst, a sullen stream. Thus the
Spirit, bleeding peace, the myth of Christ, and mystic grief.

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Tony Taylor

Wow Mr Marchand, not a lot left for me to say after all of those wonderful comments but please allow me to thank you .....you never disappoint....stellar write.......tony

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