#2115-Silently
16/05/2023
When my tears,
Like spring’s petals fall,
I do not hide,
But seek solace,
In solitude and time.
Attention, compassion, or care,
Feels unnecessary, subjective,
Somewhat abrasive.
So I choose seclusion,
In empty corners far away,
Where tears can drop,
Dry and vanish,
And no one can hear.
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