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Tears of Prevention
Prevention of Tears
A grand palace hotel, a team of obliged 100 personnel, 1000 rooms fully reserved, napkins and towels piled over as trucks brought more and more.. the merrier. the safer. No will spills a black liquid dot of sorrow.
Firefighters equipped, not with water, but with happy powder, to instantly dry the liquid of sad expression that might burst out accidentally.
Wildflowers died, and began questioning the constant same-old wind obedience?!
Standing still but spring passed away, and something in us… as well -
had turned to fossil crust, irreversible to growth, a plant’s roots turned deeply inwards, to find a single moist, to hope for nothing, nothing to hope for, but live, intensely.
Caved in a coal mine, inner fire cuddled in dust, no foreseen stars, and definitely no showers planned next crumble..
Stumbled purposefully to turn into ashes, so perhaps, just perhaps I could reconsider a new skin, that perfuses fewer expectations of best friends, when a knife is held by someone’s hand yet being blamed to cut and cry for rivers.
I wear a fish-mask, I grew a sword-fish, earning my right to breathe elsewhere.
