On Tears
- flyingbirdstudio
- Jul 29
- 1 min read
Tears,
well in the corner,
in your soul.
Searching through solace,
drowned in destitution,
deliberation,
moral fatigue.
Seeking wells,
the fountains of spring,
searching through destitute lands,
to saunter and spill,
salibrate and re-calibrate.
Cheeks damp,
watering that furnace that is your soul,
quivering, flames erupts,
magnificent,
Tears,
Flowing,
running rivers through your mind,
through your heart
into your soul
