Someone said that tears are
the unspoken words. So many
did I wipe off. Were they heard?
Were they worth of those many?
How many books of stories
could be written by each woman?
How many words rolled down?-
masterpieces could be many!
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Sun or wind would dry my tears
Trace of past would disappear
Nurturing a big grey cloud
That would water thirsty garden -
Living water for the soul,
Salty taste... back in control.
August 2016
Tears
© Copyright: Ирина Неаронова, 2016
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