《Silent Poetry》Cries That Water Our Souls

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Our early cries in the sulking dawn

Will get tired oneday.

Agony will embrace my weak heart

Like you did to me.

But I know it wouldn't leave me

Under the lamppost, alone

Like you did.

This clock ticks—

The windows shut

as I drown into the sea;

Depths of shallowness,

Blinks of grief.

This city can only hear

The heart-rending cry

Of ashes of a primrose.

The wind blow faster,

My heart's ready to explode in brown skies—

This cry will surely find another soul heart to water.

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