She walks along an avenue <br />some call the Vale of Tears. <br /> <br />Her sorrow sheds a drop of dew, <br />from eyes that vail a tear. <br /> <br />She whiles alone, her gaze unmet, <br />behind a veil of tears. <br /> <br />But can she flee from sadness, yet <br />with no avail of tears? <br /> <br />In time, the Rue of No Regrets <br />will countervail her tears.<br /><br />Terry O'Leary<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vale-of-tears/
