They layed on the ground drained of life, encircled by only eyes, & a cry of a broken man, whose wail was like a lone seabird.
He stood there, with wounded vision, of his teary eyes irrigating animate souls, who went on an excursion to satiate a lonely heart.
In an attempt to tread on a path to appease the heart's unrequited request, apathy built a wall to let them penetrate her bosom, so averting responses that were expected from her.
They, dissipated, turned to a wisp of smoke as she molded walls of bars that not even their heat could melt to find a door to her heart.
Emotions; went on a voyage on the sea of their king's tears, an endeavor to find a vessel he's been seeking to dip his drying heart into.
But rejection was offered in a cup, to his insatiable drought.
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