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Vishvaraj Chauhan
- Apr 12, 2019
- 1 min
Tears
Tears, warm tears, Flow by my side. Scaling the skin Very much alive, A remnant of what’s died. Tears, unwanted tears, Flow by my side. Tickling the cheek, Which betray A message’s bespeak. Tears, sad tears, Flow by my side. Drawing a sniff, Drawing attention, But it’s no one’s tiff. Tears, happy tears, Flow by my side. Making a funny sight, Never seen before, Hidden behind might. Tears, healing tears, Flow by my side. Wash the eyes, Clearing my vision, As the trail dries.