Remember to cry
when times are right
because dammed-up tears are like rain
in blackish clouds
...
If the stars still shine as bright
in the dusty field
behind the road,
will the fireflies still collect
...
Started writing in high school sophomore year, I was born in China but have lived in the US for all my life. I be interested to meet a few people who share a fondness for poetry and writing...)
Dry Lakes
Remember to cry
when times are right
because dammed-up tears are like rain
in blackish clouds
draped over the sky
and flooding down
at inopportune times.
When the eyes are moist
let the hands be still
or else something wondrous
is stiffled and killed
because waterless we are like barren fields
revealed.