Sylva Portoian
Poems by Sylva Portoian : 13 / 23
My Black Tears
My black tears
Can’t turn into pearls
Dark may turn light
If it emits some rays.
My cheeks cracks are dark
Of tears like tar
Can be removed—
By kind spiritual sparks.
My black tears
Can’t round my face
With a happy frame—
Mirror reflection seems sad.
The earth’s people
Live like beasts on the flats
No one can cover them
Other than jets of sands!
Sylva Portoian
Submitted: Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Edited: Monday, March 28, 2011
Poems by Sylva Portoian : 13 / 23
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A sad poem but I do agree being a vegetarian by the amount of animals that are slaughtered by the earth's people the live like beasts...regards and thanks for the visit