Counting Anna's tears.

Counting Anna's teaRs.
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Counting Anna's tears..
each one is a triumph..
(Sad as they are)
symbols of strength
capable of owning up
to fears.
(but each she sheds leaves
Scars.)

Pretty like a sunlit day
is a weak comparison..
But to say more would..
Lessen it all somehow.

So I sit quietly by the
Fire as she prays.
(Hatred of life still
creased across my brow.)

Her laughter warms
what flames could never
touch,..

this inner cold I've felt
Within so long..

But regardless that I
Crave such heat so much,
I'm afraid my tears could
Never be so strong.

J.s.h.

For my friend : Annabelle Lyons.