Stinging fire bursts begin to burn through my eyes.
I feel the searing heat down my cheek, so quickly I wipe it away.
On the back of my hand I examine these small specks of water;they have so much meaning.
They begin to tingle with all their emotions, melting into my skin.
An aroma of steaming salt begins to linger-
A stained face with last night's fight.
Although the tears begin to disappear.
The dissolving water remains in vein....
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Wow. Very moving. You've become very communicative with your poetry. And that's what you want in a poem. Good job!
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