Tears
Welling up in my eyes,
Spilling down my cheeks,
Coming one right after the other.
Is there any end to them?
Is it possible to run out of tears?
Like streams they course down my face.
I know I've spilt a river,
I've shed an ocean,
And yet they still come.
An amazing thing.
So many tears.
My sorrows,
My fears,
My hurts,
Relief that comes in small drops.
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