161: Sprouting Tears

There is a kind of sad

that shrinks and shrivels and says,

"I think I saw it coming."

It accepts but weeps,

it smiles but grieves,

superficial but deep,

it sprouts out of your eyes

like woodland quills in spring

when the snow first starts to soften.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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