Tears

I want the wet embrace of a river

to overcome crags of emotion

sand will scrape smooth a fever

if allowed to, desires we shun.

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if then, anxieties a treacherous cliff

we must always see the end

rather in a deep abyss, body stiff

our satisfactions again we pretend.

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lift off the common shell of wax

sheltered storms will congregate

always ready with their willing attacks

unless to behold Nature’s way relate

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As like lightning does cleanse our spring

with the rains a new delight we bring.