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Tears

 

 
oh how sadness engulfs me
my infinite cry
inside are tears of sorrow
forever i breathe a sigh
tears are not real
for no evidence outside
i bear
the wind echoes my sadness
the rain are my tears
the clouds are my cover
they have ben for years
 
could i not be the wind?
could i not be the clouds?
could i not be the sun?
these elements cannot be touched
they have many powers
      

© Silence

 

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