I would have counted them
as they slid away
counted the hurt
that each represented
they represent bitterness
valleys of pain
Hundreds of trees
dripping
rivers flowing in their roots
shallow
deep
flowers watered in sorrow
canyons carved of pain
a concrete place to grieve
curtained to sunshine
by the misting breeze
but edged by
oceans
soaked in sunshine
filled with thousands
billions of teardrops
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