Can the tears be wiped off in a day
like this, or hidden behind my dark
glasses, when the sun doesn’t shine,
when the dark gray clouds invade
the sky, brewing the storm within?
Can the tears be wiped off in a day
like this, or can they be disguised?
The rain descends from the heavy
clouds, hitting my hair and glasses;
hard to distinguish rain from tears.
Taken from the book “Within a sorrow” 2021, Poetry Planet Book Publishing House, Philippines
