Tears
Why do we
cry,
sometimes
even though
we are
grown up
and getting old?
having seen
so many years go by
leaving us
in the past and hoping to
see even
more; possibly, in the future
as time
ticks slowly on, taking us deeper
into places
that we’ve never been before;
wishing
sincerely that the sun will shine brighter
tomorrow,
showering real peace and comfort around.
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, 2007
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