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Wednesday 22 December 2010

Tears

Originating from a divine despair
Both in times of happiness and sorrows

Images of hopes against images of despair
It travels from the heart to the eyes

The more you try to fight it
It hurts you more

The moment you let it out
Every moment of feelings change

Falling like snowflakes
Quietly and slowly

Speaking words unspoken
As it rolls down your cheeks

Not all of it is visible
For some remain within

From the inside, looking out
Silently it falls

One often cant count it
Neither bring it back

Flowing from the depth
Into the outside

These are my tears
My beautiful tears
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