Yet...the salty tears
that kept rolling down
behind the veil
did smile as the seed
of hope and zeal
in the murky meadow
boosting the resilience
that still guards her
against the big assaults
of the diurnal blows.
Tears take many years
several months
of angst and mourning
to get wiped off
but struggling cheers
tear into the stony chest
of ruthless Time;
the indomitable spirit
retrieves good moments
to spend and live by...
