Lonesome Heart's Shore

Quite quiet are the noisy uproars

Of the lonesome heart’s shores.

Telling the pondered thoughts

But in a sorrowful silent lore

That the heart bore

Heavily in heavy tears’ store.

Limitlessly trickling tears

No more stay stored

In the hidden eye cores.

Dampening the whitened face

Eroding all its grace

They trickle trickle trickle

All the way alone.