Rivers
flow on the cliffs of pearl
Droplets
trickle and fall to earth,
Evaporate
like mist on the wind.
Streams
that spring from sunken holes
Pouring
from the heart that's broken,
Leaving
chasms in the soul that's lost.
My
eyes have wept a thousand oceans
That
fell upon the unspoiled sands,
Now swept
away on tides of hope.
©
Fergus Martin
Feb
2014
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