I will carry your tears

dear child, little child
stiff sapling wind-blown
rooted by a thin thread
I'll carry your tears
in a golden chalice
your fears on an emerald plate
place them on an altar for you
fragile child
roll your eyes to me
little one
roll your eyes and breathe
ridgid child
roll your eyes and breathe
breathe

poem by Walter Durk
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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