12. Tears

Thunder clouds form

Behind my irises

Inside the sky of my thoughts

One sorrow too sharp

Breaks through the barrier

Of imagination and reality

The sky releasing its floodgates

A sniffle of thunder

Soft and heart-rendering

Lightnings of emotion

Scatter the teardrops

Salty rivers run down

Silent storm

Blurring the sight of joy

Leaving a trail of water

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