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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