When there is nothing more say,
Tears say goodbye to our heaven,
And leave the shadow of today,
Sink into darker images exploding.
The tragic prize of a broken heart,
Sends messages through the air,
When everything has fallen apart,
Tears engage the waiting atmosphere.
And haunt the staring eyes,
Foamed in fire and feelings,
To make the skin shiver with fears,
As tears fall they crush everything.
Yet Inside opportunity demands,
More inseparable chiming of sequence,
Finds the attraction of emotions,
A hurtful truth brush with chance.
Crush in the parade on fading view,
Tears stimulate angels in heaven,
They see the hurt and come to our rescue,
A guardian when we need a friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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