Looking to the clouds
of a wind-blown sky,
course tears fell upon me
from an Angels eye.
As she sobbed
her sorrows filled,
my heart with a pain
that was heavenly surreal.
And when I reach out
to console her by hand,
she wept into my palm
a bright glittery sand.
As the grains sparkled
they too began to grow,
from a small pile of grit
to a desert full it flowed.
Covering all that was
with barren rolling dunes,
leaving me to dig
for the tear covered ruins...
©chrisjones
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