Beneath the waterfall's

I cry only beneath the waterfalls
so that not even I myself;
can tell the tears from water.
It all washes away
and there are no tracks to be traced back to the eyes which weep.

I cry only beneath the waterfalls
so that my tears are washed into a lively flow of nature
Why not set loose the ugly, pained tears into the wild waters that jab and thrash amongst the boulders along the bottom of the fall
Where my tears can storm about and throughout, live a little while longer
Which in turn,
my cry becomes BEAUTIFUL
My cry becomes silent
My cry becomes an illusion
My cry becomes nothing to remember once they come to a halt
beneath the waterfalls.

I cry only beneath the waterfalls

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