The dreamy shade of shadow's truth
Lies silent by the side of a brook
And weaving strains of hinterland
Cover and shower the newer look
Delightful tales of sighs and cries
Bring sweet and wonder to some eyes
As tales of sadness linger clear
The grief so shaken tied to fear
The weeping willow seems to grin
As facing southland firm and trim
As sunset cries in infant charm
The hurried birds fly close at arm
Dont cry for me for tears have dried
What's left acceptance that'll not cry
When beauty's found in hollow nest
Life projects well in singled zest
mandara pookal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tearful-song/
