There Will Be Tears
My friend, let them go.
the sobs gathered in the ducts,
the tears waiting to be shed
I can only pray for the world to not be so arid.
Open the floodgates,
and surely the flowers will bloom.
I beg for you to let it pour,
So you may receive your blessings.
The ablution of the soul.
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Fire and Fervor.
PoetryFIRE AND FERVOR. // A collection of free-verse poetry, ramblings and scattered thoughts.