-tears-
Concrete:
Tears
With
out a single
sound, the tears
fall like raindrops,
staining the pale stone
they run down. Unpredictable,
unnecessary, and unrelenting. But
even as the landscape dries and red
flowers bloom, it's inevitable that they
will drown everything once again. But
even if everything must die for the
happiness the pale land craves,
so be it. One day, the red
flowers will bloom.
Copyright © Frisk Carris | Year Posted 2016
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