January 15, 2018
My tears ran as gold
To unfold the words untold
If my heart sang it wold be as a bang
Gasping for life to hold

For if I vanquished
The life of a shooting star
I still will not reach as far
My tears has a life of a clone
One after another
The care of a mother
I try hard every day
But still not as much as the others throwing hay

It begins, the tears
Won’t stop until it hears
Of what your desires
Meets of what it acquires

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