In a perfect world,
Tears would not exist.
For pain only lies in a troubled world.
Sorrow envelopes, and from pained eyes spring
Salty, wet tears.
A grey film settles over the earth.
Blurry tears,
Blotting out sunlight.
Sorrow is not something to be meddled with;
It should not be repelled
For like a dark pit of shadow,
The more you resist
The quicker you fall.
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Poems of the world
PoetryA collection of poetry prices on thoughts, feelings, and nature.
