Your candid tears don't you ever hide.
Just let them flow, be humble and surrender.
For they resemble everlasting tide,
The one who cries is natural and tender.
I don't believe in arid kind of love.
Your eyes reflect your heart, though you ignore it.
So let it go from heart, my turtledove,
Reveal your solemn sorrow and explore it.
We haven't seen each other for so long,
Inevitably thinking of each other.
Abyss is deep, objection is so strong,
But I would want to cry them over, rather.
But if you still keep wearing your mask,
You'll never quit - and I will never ask.
Tears
© Copyright: Александръ Пономаревъ, 2016
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