My tears are drops of rain -
the Sky wants to make the Earth wet
with water, dripping from above:
drip-drop,
drip-drop...
Pearls come out of shells,
sunken in water...
Just a little bit of sunshine
and treasures can be found.
I dig for them with my tools
of rythm and rhyme
and discover golden mines...
I put some words together...
to let the soul find its peace
and come back to the Earth...
though broken into pieces
of crystal glass.
A miracle in every,
every tiny piece...a miracle...
a mirror...The soul is reflected.
Tears Unshed
© Copyright: Анастасия Гирш, 2010
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