Tears in the Thirsting Years

How intriguing to fathom the labors of love, 
Staring up from a fathomless well. 
As if happiness might lift the wings of a dove,
Clipped and weeping in the hollows of hell.

With great stealth it navigates the depths of doubt,
To overtake a torrent of tears.
A deluge of hope to quench the drought;
Precious seconds for the thirsting years.

art credited via www.emotionallyvague.com
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