AA (22/3/1989 / muscat)

His Tears

i sow him crying but i didnt ask why
he thought its becasue i dont care
but it was becasue his tears told me every thing
in every tear was like amillon of tears inside of it
his tears touched my soul and made our souls dance thogher
so we started to sing that sad song
but i stoped singing when his tears touched my hand
it was like some one is touching my heart but in soft way
it was afeeling that made me chang
but i stoped feeling that when his tears touched my arm
it was like asoft hand touching me
but i stoped feeling all that when he stoped crying
saying that` AM A MAN AND I DONT CRY`

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but it was becasue his tears told me every thing in every tear was like amillon of tears inside of it Very good writing of a new poet.best wishes