A venting of mixed emotions.

In this poem of mine, I’m telling one the value, power and effect of a single drop of their tears. I’m doing that by comparing tears with nature.

If a picture speaks a thousand words, I’m sure these speak a billion words.

A poem about why I was confused.

If you repress life, you are definitely afraid of life. Repression can bring dangerous outcomes. If you go on repressing, repressing, one day you will lose all aesthetic sense.

You are now afraid of life because you are afraid of death. You don’t live because at the highest points, peaks, death always penetrates into life. Have you watched this happening?

This is a poem about mixed feeling about a lover.

Translation from a Classic of the Romanian Literature, Ion Luca Caragiale.

About "Wes": Song Lyrics.

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A poem about love, confusion and loss.