I will cry, until my tears overflow the rivers and become lost to the seas. I will cry, until the deserts thirst is quenched and raindrops drip life onto the barren. I will cry, until the angels pluck a melody onto my poetic chords and carry me home to rest. Alone, I cry and like the frozen sea I struggle to know the reasons why.
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Great post with deep emotional feelings! Loved it.
Did you mean for the word – angles in this line to be – Angels? until the angles
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yes I do, thanks 😣 Thanks for reading
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When you laugh the world laughs with you,but when you cry,you cry alone. Tears are kept in a bottle that only God understands. (Psalm 56:8-11),
Julia
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Beautifully written 😌
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Beautiful!❤️
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