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Cloudless Tears
Written: September 13, 2023
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Through cloudless weeps, my pen glides.
Trace severe, dense whispers of afire minds.
Under the brisk beams of the Autumn sun.
Anguish is my tapestry, where sobs flow a ton.
Upon a cheek where tears have already stained,
I paint a portrait of sorrow, in shades of disdain.
The sallow skin, marked by the weight of despair,
Reflects the anguish of a soul left threadbare.
Through cloudless tears, my pen bear flight.
To bewilder the core of souls, ailed and contrite.
I investigate experiencing anguish and strife.
Bestow light to the stories of a broken life.
Weeping clouds amass, ready to wash away
The burning tears, the wounds that never sway.
Their sacred endeavor, to cleanse and heal,
To suggest solace and an opportunity to feel.
Through cloudless tears, my pen flies around.
The intention of referring to the night wound.
So that the oppressed and laconic can speak,
That society's covert truths be made public.
Copyright ©
Sotto Poet
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