Picking up tears on the Sand

Pictures:Vladimir Kush

The whole day I sat in the ruins

Picking up tears

Watching sand pour all over me

The whole day I watched the duck fly!

Fire took root

My whole house broke down to the ground

And the meadows too 

 

I saw a frightened deer in the corner of nowhere

Looking to the horizon

Lost

In the shape of her mother

I watched with no shoes

My wings burn

Picking up tears with no hands

I hid under what seemed to be

A shadow of a dream

“Smile”  I said

I stopped in my tracks

Smile followed

I ran after laughter

I was deaf

I could only hear tears

I coughed blue blood

Smile stopped

I shook its hand

We became friends

Only for the night

Too many stars

It was too bright

 I could only see

Tears, ocean, smile

Me and no you

I couldn’t sleep

The night too orange

My dream too pink

And I laughed while picking tears on the sand

There it was, the pearl inside my heart

I kept choking on

I tried to take cover

The ceiling was too short

The flower was too wild

You picked the wrong flower!

The flowers you wanted!

But I wanted a vase

I had a hiccup

There was a pearl stuck in my throat

I was bleeding tears

My tears turned blue

No shoes and I needed to walk

Couldn’t scream, I had no tongue

 I couldn’t reach with no hands

Run with No legs!

People were laughing

Someone was selling their kidney for money

I had a kidney

We all went out

It was a good night

I found my voice

Hiding under a smile

We sold our kidney

To the boy in the river

The one with no shoes

I hopped and reached

I had my hands

Legs decided to run

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I never stopped

or stood in my tracks

Amazing fireworks

Smile was picking up tears on the sand

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 (This is this weeks poem! :) Thanks for those of you who are emailing me your comments! You can also write on this blog! I really appreciate your feedback.)