Briny tears fall
and roll down your face
showing the sadness
but not where its coming from
the sun shines down
hot upon the earth
its a fire you cannot escape
a moment of passion
burns itself into ashe
causing pleasure
to turn to pain
Happiness must wait its turn
as darkness falls
and another candle
begins to burn!
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