Your incautiousness had cause harm.
Broke the brittle bricks into shards.
Scattered around, into stones and dust.
Does your tears can aid to bushel this?

If there's no water to find, you don't have to wait for the rain's arrival.
Just cry with me, and we'll mold it again with the warmth of our tears.


© Razda J

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