Inky Tears

The stars cry.

Their freezing tears fall

and shatter

against the ground.

Broken, they spread

like ink on the cotton fibers of the mind.

Staining all they touch

leaving the imprint of sorrow.

The tears from the stars,

which were born from endless years,

of hanging in the sky.

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