~ Tears of Her Heart ~

Her soul is colorful, blossoming,
with each shade and hue.
But when the slight breezes changes
and your gaze moves to the right;
she’s something entirely brand new.
She holds tinges of gray.
And when the rain falls, it’s in the puddles
you will see the tears of her heart.
And when her colors are the brightest,
You will hear her joy in the rising of the sun
and her song of love through the swaying of the leaves.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Tears of Her Heart|
A free verse poetry.
Urban Poetry and Pen