I cried a river over you
For years and years and years
Until all the tears had dried up
The river bed is parched ground now
Dying a slow death
Yet yearning for life
Yearning for tears
But my tears won’t come
You come
In my dreams you come
As lovely as a spring flower
Coloured with colours of hope
Inside though, a stubborn, cold heart
Within a wall of leaden silence
But my tears don’t come
The river bed is parched ground now.
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Copyright © 2016 Irina Dimitric
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