Water can freeze, embryos grow in the womb of fluids, water melts,
water is in everything and when we are in pain water pours from our eyes and we call them tears.
Tears in the hallway
tears in the bedroom
tears in the kitchen
tears in the common room.
Tears in my throat
great sobbing heaves
of pain and sorrow.
There is no tomorrow.
Who lets this be?
This place of grief;
what does it matter.
Cry, cry till you become
hollow.
Tears come from the Beloved.
She knows your sorrow
crying lets hearts bleed,
letting out the sorrow.
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