Tears…pearls of molten grief that blister my skin…
Kissing the lemony grass beneath my bare feet…
My eyes burn…
Is it the thick cloud of smoke that pierces them??
I see contours of shadows come and go…
They laugh at my tears…
But I don’t utter a sigh…
Colorless emotions in crystal-like drops,
They molest my solitude…
Come peeping through my curtains,
And rip me apart…
But I let out no cry, nor ask no question,
The sharp twinge of pain is buried down…
For when the world abandons, I find my safe haven in them…
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