Every now and then I'm shedding tears
to wash my all griefs and joys
to penetrate my assembling thoughts.
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Tears wash away all the undesirable. What to do when there are no more tears left? A very pertinent question raised.
I fear if my tears are dried up then there will be no muse in life. - - - Really tear is life, without it there is no muse in life. An intensive poem I like most. Thanks for sharing. - - - - 10