Seasoned Tears
Seasoned tears sad and fundamental
Gloomy lost thoughts became waterfalls of despair
Flowing over rifts without stops nor care
Sad are wild teardrops
racing down emotional streams
From depth with inn's
Past cheeks til chins
More and more grave teardrops
Roll and roll
Patrol and fall
From within the heart and soul
The season of sad teardrops
Precipitating without ending means
Thawing sobers from warm beams
A rainforest of frustrated dreams
In a sea of cold multiple streams
poem by Wes Mbanje
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