"The sky is crying."
Not only the sky is.
With the borrowed tears of the sky if is,
but the trees are crying too.
The streams and the roads on a par,
with the pearls have them dewed.
The pain must be overwhelming,
even the raindrops shed blues.
Us, we are bound to break when nothing is unbroken,
the last strings of a nylon rope wet,
hearts sunken of a million tears unwept.
Hope fades of the world so significantly cruel.
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PoetryI have some things in my mind that I still don't know about. Sometimes they just come out as words through a pen on a page (or in my notes app too). But yeah, if you, by a needle in a hay chance, have read the (deleted)poem book I wrote before this...
