Tears Without Salt



Indulging in wonder...

Tears without salt

Cold feet…music plays


A beautiful sin


The woodpecker pecks

The sun hides

The chipmunk says hi

As the moth flies by


Feet getting colder

Your getting bolder

Just like the soldier

In his exposure


Unlocking locks

as you dream of socks

Letting it in

This beautiful sin


Tears without salt

Can you taste it?



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