all the tears

Informace, poznámky

All the spheres are full of water,
saline water full of pain.
Taste the flavour,
or just suck my vein.

Round-shaped ones are stretching,
as the air is going by,
falling down,
and waiting for last moment.

My tear,
has got nothing but a crisp,
morning in its life.
Howled down,
everything by wind lisp,
hold breath, five

seconds' the only time tear has,
it knows the night is here.
Without fear,
little droplet awaits the sting.

That moment came in precise way,
drop splashed with no enjoy.
Just end of me,
swan lust for own-destroy.

For a drop,
there is nothing but a crisp,
mourning in its life.
Roared down,
everything by wind lisp,
whole breath fife.


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