Sadness on thy face me see
Torturing tears draining down from your eyes but set to create a salty sea
Your grief is meant nor only for the man with sight to see but also for the sightless men to feel
I pray you get hit by the sweet and cool morning breeze
Maybe the grief will come to an ease
Few words for you that the beak of my pen has sneezed.
©grtyambasu
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