These tears in my eyes
Create the sparkle
On waters from sun drenched skies
Give way to a miarage of white birds
Feverishly flapping before flight
To sizzling static of tinsle dazed electric persuasion
Making its way up the shore line
Entering my slumped body
My lungs take in the breathe of inspiration
My mind wonders of new paths to be taken
These tears are not my pain
These tears I do not disdain
These tears are a tool of the soul
These tears bring me back to feeling whole
It is the choice me and my soul have taken
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