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Tears In Heaven

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Author: Laura Hughes

Laura HughesFebruary 3, 2018

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Tears In Heaven

written by: Laura Hughes

@Ri_Ri1977

We may never know
all the reasons why,
someone has to go,
without a goodbye.

It is a hard blow,
to those who do care.
Their love will now show,
with the tears they share.

The happiness they brought
to everyone's lives,
now forever a thought,
as their memory survives.

They may be gone now,
but will be seen again.
When we take our own bow,
tears in heaven begin.

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I am just your average person with a tendency to rhyme.

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Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

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