Why do I search for tear drops from the body of dry lips?
For long lost sighs inside a shrunken chest's dark creeks?
Wherefrom your tears flowed into a swollen heart's deeps;
When salt of my tears has hardened into rocky cheeks!
Drinks of salty tears have turned the soft lips into stones,
Lamps of heart have been marooned by heaps of bones
Where hope flickers inside dark caverns of clouded mind,
And shadows from a long past, of true love, to us remind -
Stories of past that jumped to death in the deep waters
Awake like sleeping night leaves into dawn's new flutters,
Making me drink from the glass of old memories' poison
And sing, being inside heaps of debris, of glory of fusion;
What is life that offers little respite from trap of affliction!
What this search from heaps of ashes, a grain of affection!
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