Fresh surge of tears

The soul is wet

Put out to dry

The flesh gets sunburns

 

The burden of grief

He weighs with life

Carries it along

Drags to shore

 

New marks on body

New marks like birth

Mirror watches out

Chuckles on face

 

Billowing anguishes

Surging anger

Drowns in it

The poor soul!

 

09.12.2016

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