Old times

Remembering old times of eyes
They burst with tears of beauty

In waves from corners to pupils.
The tears are  pearl-white froth

Loving and salty as in old times.
They are strings of beads,sliding

Like the blue sky on beach trees.
Sockets ,they are empty like sky.

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