Cry-baby

Eye’s tears smell sadly,
Glisten like pearl drops

Good old sun dropping
From his daily farewell,

Temporary day’s death,
A far cry from last one.

Deaths are our crybaby,
Permanent after  dusk.

They do not smell rich
Nor smile as baby soft.

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