T E a R S
This random liquid tear
From the inside out
falls like a captive tear
of an infinite longing ...
This other, metaphysical tear
It's not the same, does not have
albumin nor salt,
It's yesterday's tear,
It's from the past when I did not live ...
I just passed ...!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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