Tears of love

Drop, drop, drop my tears are falling

Catch them in your palms 

Drink from my potion of suffering 

Taste the feeling of despair 

Wet your lips with my essence

Relish the desire hidden in them 

Stories they narrate and write 

Suffering in a loop of time 

Pure is the love they emanate

They have no aroma but weight 

A heaviness glimpse is shown 

Drop, drop, drop they fall 

To nurture the soul

By Victoria Odey

Inspire Creativity

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