Poems From The Depths Of A Scorpio's Soul
Thursday, November 7, 2019
Beyond Recognition
Volume 19: Fighting Through The Storm
For they
fall like rain.
They are
heart's overflow.
Seeming to
have no
cut-off switch.
Though,
God says,
For I
bottle every tear.
For they
won't be tainted.
Dear child,
Your dried tears
won't stain you.
For you'll
be blessed
beyond recognition.
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