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If my tears were like a river
I'd have loved to shed as much as i can
To cry about nothing; everything
But my glands are deprived
all's that left is my hearts' tears.
Who would care to wipe my tears
And far carry my fears
Who'll make me feel dear
And make my worries all clear.
I thirst for a quench
Yet all leave me on the bench
Of my own I'm to fend
And my emotions defend
Still tears won't come my way
And more torments appear each day.
If my tears were like gushing blood
from a wounded flesh
It would be far better than this pain
How can I learn to shed tears
Tears that are welled up in my heart?
How do I learn to let them flow
to make peace in me overflow?
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Jane Arwa
A child crying is like a thorn pressing against my heart,
A good book gives me new reasons to live,
A nice movie gives me hope for tomorrow
And a peaceful day tells me all will be well...
Each day, action, thought- they all give me reasons to write.
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