At times, it is good to cry.
For it releases the pains and strife,
hidden inside.
Your tears run like oceans of blue tides.
Overbearing, you cannot stop the rise.
It swells in your heart,
And flows over your soul.
Why you cry, no one may ever know.
Blissfully I think of times gone by.
No matter how deep I bury them,
I still have time to cry.
Whether times were good or bad,
Of what I have or had.
Lost love, remembered friends, or the
people who have passed.
I always take the time to cry,
To relieve me of the past.
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