To Be Fooled

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the light of dawn maybe near

to end the pretense of endless tears

into a river not it has grown

to flow to the sea of stone

the creation of a mighty mountain

out of a handful tears

not of soil it has risen

not from the grieving queen

but why is it so

pretending tears are hard to show

to forcefully make the  river  overflow

into it’s peripheries the tears will go

 then the sea of stone will not drown

nor the mountain’s apex will be crowned

to celebrate but not of success

but it’s condemnation without redress