• Laura Grá

Teardom




I ache from the sky and back,

In my ocean of regrets,

Shipwrecked on my sorrow track,

My bleeding thought never forgets.


My golden tear ripped my face,

From my bowels to my skin,

Missing my old soulful dance,

Digging dark wounds from within.


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