The strings of tears from
the skies,
fall on the earth,
as she sheds away,
her sorrows
on to the bodies,
of the flora into the
soil, bestowing life
through her tears.
While I gaily
tread the grass,
drenched, in
her tears of life
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 12:42 AM UTC
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