I have been washed
by my own tears
under the sunlight rays.
By the coldest drops of rain
I have been dried and almost died.
From the top
I have been jumped
and fell
in no deep
but to your shallow land.
I have been sanged no few songs
Without tounge
and
without words...
Who's sadly sounded like sad
sounded like mad.
I have sight through the darkest
but by the surprises I have been blinded.
Without tounge and without words... yes poems are born like that in us.. tears, drops of rain......... great imagination...... and very expressive...... thank you very much dear poet. tony
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Washed by my own tears! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.