Literature
An Isle Born of Tears
So sweetly spoken is the word of "cry".
They who know well of this act.
Open arms for deadened souls,
Held in loss and pain.
Enveloped in the hand of time,
It welcomes broken hearts.
A place for refugees of hurt,
Tragic pasts adorn their crowns.
Its winds arrive on albatross,
Oh, what a sight it is!
Inhabitants all dressed so dark,
Salty scents to fill the air.
Enchanted eyes regard the rain;
Heaven's fallen tears.
And as they cascade from above to
Quench the isles' screaming mouth,
Those trapped here leave the world behind
And surrender to their end.
I mourn for those who stood before
The merciless hand of fate.
May