My Tears Are My Pure Gifts. Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

My Tears Are My Pure Gifts.

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I collected my tears.
They were diamonds.

The whole night i cried.
Early morning I went
to the holy temple
to offer my tears
as my great offerings.

I have nothing else to offer.
My tears are my pure gifts.

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My Tears Are My Pure Gifts.
Thursday, March 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: cry,tears
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