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Tearful
“My tears are testimony of my devotion to Beloved; and from those tears white lilies will grow that speak the truth.” Rumi I had heard the legend of her tears, silent drops of sorrow liberating her pain, flowing upon the tip of her voiceless lips. Her hopes descending like blossom buds, drowning in ripples of rampant tides, dragging her deeper into despair, as her words suffocated among ignorant waves. Trials of life had infected her mind, with a melody of melancholic vapours, setting her adrift in misplaced uncharted waters. Immersing further, her cries no longer echoed, as her heart choked upon confined consciousness. Upon the depths of concussed misconception, under electric, earthquake, haunting horizons, her soul lay in slumber deluded by misjudgement. Confused between regret and remorse, trapped within the dilemma of circumstance, her fears set sail upon satanic seas, but only crawled into solitary seclusion - forming eggshell foundations. I was no hero nor did I have a halo, but I was born to become a martyr, in the glory of her martyrdom, so I unpacked my heart, ready for the final crusade of my life. Treading upon a path of cracked glass, decaying with crumbling concrete, I wandered towards her speechless screams. Preparing to feel the personification of her pain. Empathic nature of my spirit yearned to rescue her from the illusions of a fathomless abyss, to release her from her internal crucifixion - hoping we would merge like ocean and shore. As I reached the darkness of her door, like a star falling from heaven, her truth like stardust, softly sprinkled, flourishing and nourishing through me. I placed my heart into her hands, as light faded out the blackness, like an abundance of kaleidoscopic petals, her tears now illuminated like a rainbow. Overwhelmed in this tranquillity, shimmering reflections of emotions, like gentle rain cascading from my soul, I became tearful as they nurtured my heart's garden. I remain intoxicated in their enchantment, kissing her sorrows away for eternity.
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