They are clear
As the soul
That drains away
The pain...
They are warm
As the heart
That suffers alone
In the night
They are salty
As the ocean
Where they
Eventually land
My tears are mine
To enjoy and cry
No matter why
That is only for me
to know and no one else!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Tuesday, December 24, 2019
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