Once more the founts of sight with tears arise,
Like silent rains from sorrow-laden skies.
Suspicion’s gaze, a serpent’s whispered breath,
Awakens floods that speak of hidden death.
To tread this mortal coil without firm trust,
Is but to wander lost amid the dust.
Like Sisyphus who toils ‘neath Heaven’s weight,
The drowning soul awaits its cruel fate.
The pallid hues, to them, a grievous blight,
Yet crimson floods enrapture hearts in flight.
As Bacchus' wine ignites the wildest flame,
So red-stained waters set the spirits tame.
When sudden dawn unveils the lover’s face,
The trembling flesh is drenched in passion’s grace.
Like ocean tides that dance to Luna’s call,
The heart surrenders, bound in love’s sweet thrall.
A tender shoot had stirred the desolate land,
But midnight’s deluge swept it like the sand.
As Phoenix flames must fall to rise anew,
So hope must drown to birth a vision true.
The azure vault desired to weep its soul,
Yet storms’ fierce wrath forbade the gentle dole.
Like gods who fear their own tempestuous might,
The skies hold back their tears from breaking night.
O sacred waters, tears and tempest’s roar,
Within thy depths, life’s secrets evermore.
Thy liquid wisdom, ancient as the stars,
Flows through our veins, dissolving mortal scars.
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