sometimes she fears
all the tears she never shed
one day will rise
monsoon river in spate
flooding embankments
cracking walls
they will wash her away
in swollen rage
all the tears she never shed
one day will rise
monsoon river in spate
flooding embankments
cracking walls
they will wash her away
in swollen rage
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her tears
wayward children
do not do her bidding
hide when she calls
and only they know the alchemy
which cracks frozen grief
and sends it coursing molten
down the way
of her eyes
wayward children
do not do her bidding
hide when she calls
and only they know the alchemy
which cracks frozen grief
and sends it coursing molten
down the way
of her eyes
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