Dedicated to my grandmothers and my mother <br /> <br />The tears swelled, <br />Never to roll down. <br />Her eyes were lakes, <br />Moonlight caught within. <br />Her eyes were skies <br />On the verge of rain. <br />The stingy gods <br />Denied her a downpour. <br /> <br />She’s bottled up <br />Her phial, fragrance made <br />Of bliss and loss, <br />Diluting it with time, <br />And wears her scent. <br />Are you a connoisseur? <br />Then guess the notes <br />Unfolding as she goes.<br /><br />Julia Klimenova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-she-cried-nearly/
