The Tears
I have now but scattered dreams
Cherished with the broken screams.
I am strong for distant eyes
Far are their ears afar from cries.
I pile words with scornful taste
Draw my feelings in rest to waste.
Now I file it in a poem
To end it like a bursting foam.
I am with my broken tears
Dropping easy void of cares.
Pray this pensive mood last never
My tears shall run to flood the river.
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