THE TEARS COLLECTORS
The Joy felt at the notice of thy presence in the Womb,
The blissful atmosphere you brought to the woman.
“Oh, a mother I shall soon become”
“In my embrace always will you be”
“After my Father will I name him”
“After my mother will I call her”
“Oh,my sweet one”
“So curious I am as to what you will look like”
“I can’t wait to have you”
“Come and be the star, the world sees in my cloud”
“Come and become your mother’s Pride”
“Come and become your father’s strength”
She meditates always to herself .
Not knowing it is a tears collector
A pain giving creature
Coming and leaving so soon,
As soon as the night.
Like the market you have made her,
Filled in the Day, empty at night .
Making her wish, her womb was infertile .
Turning her home into a cold and bitter ground .
Painting her worst than barren .
Why not leave and never return ?
Why not leave to torment another ?
A green Land, you have turned Ash Land…
Dedicated to every woman been tormented by the the Fruit of the Womb. . .
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