Tears
The tears are the drops of blood that stain the Earth
that haunt the skies
The tears are the gaunt faces of the children
who will never see their mother
I let the water spill over me, above me, around me
I don't feel it
I let breath escape my lips without tasting it
I see without analyzing
For tears are the free spirits, the lost souls, the resurrected.
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