Crystalline clear colored gems
hang lined in a row
Simple beads of water flow,
upon a green flower stem.
The roots of origin are where?
From lacrimal ducts they stem,
warmly overflowing eye rims.
Running down the face they
cool, are blotted away in
cessation.
Again they erupt in a gush, as
the crumpled soul wallows in a
mask of sorrow.
His body tortured in convulsion,
like the tide that wash along the
beach, so are the tears cried, with
no words spoken. The heart
broken, quivers...
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