Painfull Tears
Every tear i discard holds emotional power,
many are warm and gentle like a summer flower.
Though they vairey where some decline bitter and raw,
hurting more than scouring salt into an open sore.
Tears of joy and tears of pain,
all mist together and pour like the virgin rain.
Lacking the vitality of life is no more a source of concern,
locked in this unforeseen world we are all awaiting our turn.
Excepting my painfull tears are here to stay,
no guided route can keep them at bay.
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