Tears of Desire
You look down
River of your salty tears
You scream
You move
You wave
You yield
You
a
r
e
A floating mist
of
. . .
You think of your
Whole life
like of
a d r e a m
You follow your breath
To find what is there
Instead of salty tears
Of a bitter--sweet
Passion
Bliss
Your life
Your mission
The way you are
&
Scream
Screaming face
Wants more
Wants your beating Soul
A l i v e
Come
Come
Come
. . .
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