Crystalline waters running free
From the deep waters
Of an unconscious hidden spring
Your tears become the enchanted waters
Brought by joy, guilt or sadness
Mirrors of your moods
Panted release
They taste the same to my heart.
They circumvolve without trouble
My elaborated labyrinth heartstrings
And leave me alone without recourse
On the silent shore of solitude
Inhabited by death
I cry to you but absence is the only echo
Slowly tears dissolve on my cheeks.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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