Do not forget how to cry
salty tears and bitter truths
are fuel to fires
for we live in phases
much like of the moon
there is always a face
you should hide
to make one revolution
there is always a ceremonial fire.
It's like a battlecry
the beginning of a war
the feeling of bliss dies young
the need to win is the prize,
but tears are catapults
and lives like yourself
at the back of your mind
constantly whispering
do not forget how to cry.
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PoetryOur hearts are brave as fire, minds gentle as earth, dreams are fluid as water, and our souls are as free as the wind. (Poetry and Prose) #2 of the end-live-begin trilogy.
