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Cry of Tears

Tears of the Heart

Cry of Tears

Are you crying in the rain, to hide the tears of the pain.
Are you laughing in the sun, to blind the hurt from everyone.
If you know the storms of life, got a hold on you so tight.
So why do you cry the tears of all, when tears of love is just a fall.

When you walk the path of miseries, let not your heart be still in memories.
For to glance beyond the mist, is a cause for the winds to sift.
If you know the path is an end, turnabout and see a true friend.
For he stood by your side, in many sunny days and rainy nights.

Where is my heart, that tears and rips my soul apart.
Where is my friend, that warms and comforts me to the end.
Where am I to stand, if both hands have slipped from my grasp.
Where am I to be alone, when this world is weathered so cold.

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Jac Tales

'Love Is. Love Is. The Hardest Part.' Wonderful Poem of Love & Understanding. ☘

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Bernadete van d...

I forgot to tell you that some other day I was reading random poems and came across to your first one  at Cosmo. It’s really good, 2 much  2 love. I think it’s your best to date. 
Bernadete 

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2 MUCH - 2 LOVE

Thank you so much,
Bernadete van der Wielen,
As is of your sincerity in wisdom,
 

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