Each tear a pearl.
With my nacreous cry
You fill the trunk
Of your victory.
Salty dew is my tear,
The saline diamond,
The sad mother-of-pearl,
Precious drop
Of brilliant sighs,
My tears are
Cried jewels.
They are liquid pearls
That move across
The surface of my grief.
Brackish gems
That spring from the depths
Of my soul.
I go with my sadness
Staring like a madman
At the stars.
It seems as
If each tear of mine
For you is a pearl.
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