Tears ,, Tears... and Tears.. Every where...

Tears roll down 

Though they have more power

To move up above the sky 

And  destroy 

The entire Universe. 

  

I just read a song  a sonnet

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A Poem by FlawedByDesign

A WOMAN’S TEARS

The world resides in her eyes behind
the incandescent vitality of youth.
Trapped in the fluorescence of her tears
sleeping in the fabric of her dreams.

Effervescent freckles in her gaze
a reflection of beauty within.
An imaginary island; perfection
painted in the bright minds of old.

A single teardrop drips down her cheek
across the universe of her starry face.
It illumines the world held within
echoing the innocence of her years.

Remit the release of her purity
let it not shatter by way of woe.
Kiss her divine face with your fingers
and return the tear to its rightful place.

Sacred are a woman’s tears.
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