The wet side of the Sun

Translucent tear drop,
A gift from my past.
Even the heavens cannot stop
Infinite memories drifting, vast
Transmutations of fears.
Angels sewing these tears
Growing a fertile field
Where happiness has a shield
But the past can’t be undone.
To hope my heart does yield
But the past can’t be undone.

Those tears I learn to wield
When sad memories are revealed
In the wet side of the sun.
My spirit is being healed
In the wet side of the sun.

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Photo courtesy of Rebecca Goodfellow, New Zealand, February 2015

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