Tears tumble through her weary mind
To pool within her heart.
They cannot spill from eyes that burn,
She dare not let them start,
For if they once broke through the dam
Their flow would run in spate
Until they drowned her in a flood
That nothing could abate.
So she will shore up all the tears
That her heart yearns to spill
And she will tell the troubled rush
To settle and be still.
Someday there may be time enough
For her to sit and cry,
But until then the tears must pool
Behind each burning eye.
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