Tear & Laughter

How quiet are those subdued human sighs, disinterested in sadness and hanging on their threads. How sad those are quenching distant dreams, falling cruelly killed and drowned in rivers of bitter tears. How dark is that one the brightest spark of human hope, sinking unnecessary in the swamp and time forgets to even look at her. How cold they are stones from the graveyard - heavy with ice and silence, buried souls dead dead and gathered the sighs in man - in a marble drop of tears...