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Poetry: Tears

by Cina De Moura F.

MY TEARS




A tear rolls down my face

It runs in the gravity of the space

It seems joyful, like a dazzling crystal

It drops over my hand

Loud roar can be heard

It splits into thousands of fragments

My heart stops for a few seconds

Followed by strong heart beat

Out rhythmic

Broken silence

With a loud howl of a cry

My roses aren't red

They are painted in dark black

My tears are of deep sadness

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