Non-Erotic PoetryFamily Tearstears are wondrous things
when we let them free
to blur harsh reality
like cheese cloth over
the camera lens of perception
Our tears also act as prisms
exposing life’s brighter gifts
showing rainbow colors
like sharp yellows of love
and vibrant greens of family
As tears race down our faces
they compete for the honor
of death by tender kisses
while reminding us all
that only the living can cry
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