Friday, 7 November 2025

Tears

Tears, beautiful tears, solemn and forlorn,
Rising at the heart and gathering at the eyes
And then come gushing down like a silent cascade
Drowning all my hopes, all my fears and those truths that sprouted from belligerent lies.
Idly streaming like a river glistening in the morning sun
Where the tongue would utter at last of a job that is finally done.
Tears, solemn tears, quietly shared with the Universe
Where my sorrows find meaning, my desires find root
Of a heart that is at once resolved and resolutely moved,
Meandering down my cheeks into the hollows of the day,
Allowing me to forge ahead, showing forth the way.

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