Angelic Tears in Your Eyes

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A fire wanders in the gloomy night—

Is this a mere sigh I hear? Then a cry?!

I’m dreaming… A shadow comes into sight…

I feel how much you hurt me and ask: why?

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And you are the ghost in my silent verse.

Your eyes paint the greyish shades of sorrow.

The angelic tears in them are a curse

On the tips of severe fatal arrows…

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Like a sharp blade, they cleave at once my soul,

While I touch the hidden corner of grief.

Our last poor love was a play or foul —

A sharpened sword in the hand of a thief!

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After this inner wound, my voice is gone.

I hope my heart won’t be as cold as stone…