Turmoil


Every tear shed is a dew drop, a sudden blessed freshness, to the flowers

Every new flower is a strange bedroom, the remnants of a drunk night, to a tear drop

Lost, it steadily runs down the petal in panic

Waiting to fall into what it wishes is it's home

But, Alas! The sheets consume it whole as it sinks deeper and deeper and deeper

The tear lost forever,

Leaves behind a lost soul.

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