Tears In the sky.




The brown sky fissured and salty warm misery fell.
As fire light on hearthstones
No deep streaks were made
No stick figures in the sand
No moisture fanning in the dryness
A weeping of the spirit leaves no markings
No trail to its cause
A weeping of the spirit turns your heart inside out,
with nary a skipped beat in its wake

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