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What are those water droplets that comes out of her eyes?
Where they taste salty, I'm glad they're not ice,
So quickly it changes from wild to nice,
It pours down to her cheeks as it quickly dies,
Wipe them down and say goodbye.
Why does it taste salty, why not bitter or sweet?
Her face that's appalled by melancholy will wilt,
As the droplets of fluid filled with heat,
We all get depressed and broken with teeth that grit,
Her eyes that's sad with words that tore and bit.
Why is her heart stubborn and scorned with sensitivity?
It hurts so, but continues to live,
Emotions all shaken and tangled in a weave,
Words unspoken — breathes in a heave,
As the moonlight shines upon the darkest eve.
Why do we even cry when we're sad?
I don't get it, I'm appalled with the sight,
Almost all reside at the bay of night,
Where the dark is high and nowhere bright,
Where her scream sings a new wave of height.
What are those water droplets that comes out of her eyes?
They're the tears within every one of us,
The reason why our emotions pass,
Just like an evaporating gas,
All of us cry within a lot of mass.
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"The ideal of this poem is to focus on the tears of humanity, wherein to question why we cry when we feel the surge of emotions inside our mind and heart. Because whether we believe it or not, the tears that we make are still a big question in the society."
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