Vale of Tears

She walks along an avenue
some call the Vale of Tears.

Her sorrow sheds a dropp of dew,
from eyes that vail a tear.

She whiles alone, her gaze unmet,
behind a veil of tears.

But can she flee from sadness, yet
with no avail of tears?

In time, the Rue of No Regrets
will countervail her tears.

poem by Terry O'Leary
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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