TearsMature

This poem is about tears that are born upon our eyes and die upon our cheeks slowly until dried. I hope you enjoy.

Tears

I feel them

Sure and true

Streaming down my face so sudden and soon

These droplets...

These rivers...

These streams...

These silent waterfalls,

Called Tears.

They're here,

Right now.

So silent but true

Streaming down my face so sudden...

and so soon.

Why?

Sorrow

Anger

Despair...

To my tender eyes,

they're all the same.

All the same

To these droplets.

To these rivers.

To these streams.

To these silent waterfalls.

Escaping...

My Sweet Eaves.

Always,

These Tears.

The End

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