a tear
brewed in
the same old sorrow
rolls down your cheek;
it leaves you with fire rings
in your eyes
and water beads
on your face
of trembling snow
when you fall to pieces
it's just emotional decay
and a seed dropped
inside the carcass
of one who had
so much to give
will be given
the greatest nourishment
so cup your palms
and breathe poetry
to the broken leaves;
if you're lucky
something stronger
will grow back
and spread its roots
along your arteries
until your heart
is laced with the strength
of a plant
that doesn't know the meaning
of surrender
to the frailty
of life
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