As tears fall
upon dehydrated cheeks
making their own free rivulets
without interference
from plastered hope
my bony fingers
are bruised from combing
rubbles and bricks and stones
I am searching for one little
pulsating moment
to ricochet from the crumbled
silence beneath my weary feet
I cannot feel the dryness
of my throat
my thirst is empty
with unremitting faith
only to become quenched
when I touch you again
as tears fall.
A beautiful poem rich in texture and imagery. Very nice indeed.10
cannot feel the dryness of my throat my thirst is empty with unremitting faith only to become quenched when I touch you again as tears fall.....LOVELY EMOTIONAL FEELING AND REAL LOVE FOR EACH OTHER.. IT SHOWS DEEP BONDING AND PURE FEELINGS....10 READ MINE.. AN OPEN INVITATION... AN END TO SOLITUDE
nothing can stop tears from faaaaa...ling. only tears know when to stop...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So this is how you cry, the process of crying. This Crying thing is usually felt but defining the miniscule moment in a heart rendering way...you did it nicely....we feel it you wrote it. keep writing