coral__
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The eyes of my soul
are always dressed
in a blue veil of melancholy.
Have you ever noticed
the warmth of tears?
Not the salt—
but the warmth.
It’s the soul that pushes them,
heats them,
guides them
through the thin glass and ice
of the mind.
Because what lives within
doesn’t grow cold.
It doesn’t fade.
It stays.
It burns.
And from the depths, a flicker stirs,
a voice that will not be silenced,
whispering,
“Hear me... hear me... hear me...”
You cannot quiet your spirit.
You cannot quench your fire.