Tears
palms sway softly
breezes whisper words I know have come
from you
dust swirls
sand stings alert eyes
grit mixes with tears
for a pain we cannot fix
and lives we may not save
an African blood moon rises
your heart turns to me
you feel my breath upon dry lips
a caress, a love word
somewhere beyond deserts—beyond droughts
and babies that cry without tears—the soil
is lush
a woman waits
and she is filled
with love
for you
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