Tears and Smiles
Poetry about tears and smiles
The ocean will never recede as long as human tears continue to flow because of pain and joy.
The tears of human eyes condense flying in the sky to become clouds, the clouds will melt into rainwater that will wet the ground.
From that soil, then gave birth to the seeds of shady trees and you know, beloved, the shady tree where you take shelter comes from the tears of your beloved.
The leaves of the tree then fall one by one leaving memories even though you later sweep them away without a trace, if the rain has come, get out of the house immediately.
So that you feel the tears of longing dear, don’t ask how I’m doing, I’m in a foggy forest, full of your name.
That’s right, I’m lost because of your crooked smile, a smile that is exciting and happy to sigh, makes any human who looks at it hallucinate in heaven.
Your smile is the parasite of beauty, flies with wings that cool the heart, anyone wants to catch it with footsteps that never get tired and give up.
Fluttering stretches to rival all the beauty that radiates in the world, sticking firmly until it becomes somber as sour clouds.
Your tears then fall on your cheeks until they dry up like an oasis in the desert, I want to wipe them with happiness, but you refuse because of natural destiny.
However, we are a pair of stories that came together and then separated, suddenly and went all the way without looking back.
Tears are the eternal heritage of humans, as long as humans don’t cry, then they don’t deserve to be called humans.
If all humans cried simultaneously, the earth would be covered in tears, full and lamenting, tears did not say anything, but tears dripped with a story.
I danced with death, and then the tears came, immediately, the tears that listened to the silence and emptiness of life.
There is no need for words to explain a meaning, only tears, to be honest, the storyline, dripping, plunging profusely down tiny cheeks.
pain and opium.
Which creature does not have tears? All creatures are entitled to tears.
Tears in which there are wounds that leave a mark on the soul, tears that shine, sparkling as bright as the full moon, flickering without pause.
Why did God create tears? Without crying, tears came cheerfully.
Holding you, then whispering in your ear that everything will be fine, cry silently, look at all directions, tears are not opponents, let alone friends, tears are yourself.
Weep for all that has come and gone, weep with the fresh mountain breeze.
Let nature hear your cry, never hide your tears, cry with courage, crying is not fear.
Your hungry tears, tears struggling to drop immediately, plant your tears in the garden of experience, let your tears be naked, face reality.
Stream your tears into the murkiest river, so that the fish there understand how you are feeling right now.
So that the plants on the banks of the river hear your story, then clap their hands enthusiastically.
Shed your tears in the deepest lakes, so that your tears become dams for the beauty of lakes full of rubbish and waste.
Cry on the mountain, so that the trees contemplate your tears which are the source of photosynthesis.
Even the fallen leaves flew and sang loudly about the content of tears.
But don’t cry in urban areas, never and never, urban areas will only make your tears dirty and need to be disposed of.
Know, only tissue is willing to be a faithful listener of tears, the cries that mock the silence of the night.
The tears that fell in the midday crowd, the tears that froze, then melted again looking for a place to anchor, the tears that were waiting for something to come, the tears that were longing for something that was lost, the tears that fell apart, then merged in the ocean.
Do we realize that the tears that have turned cold at night, the flowers that bloom beautifully because of the tears.
The turmoil of the tears that rebelled waves in restlessness, blow your tears as hard as you can, so that your tears become heavy rain that wets your whole body.
Say hello to your tears that hide in the lonely cave, invite your tears to bloom in the dry month.
Tears that make you forget your true self, tears that echo flatly, tears that are ignored and not understood, tears that refresh feelings, wounds, and smiles.
When was the last time you cried and dumped your tears? Occasionally visit your tears as whatever you want.
Tears that hold memories of experiences that will overflow and widen in time.
Tears filled with love and hate.
