His sultry tears
One day, perhaps, his tears were dry, diving behind those lines that have been in definition of all this, while he drops on his knees and is engulfed in the dust of his pain, emerging from his deepest love, his hands drop on the ground below and he hides in his knees, surrendering to his destined destitution. His wisdom was an outcome of surprising all emotions and exploding them in colors of his dreams
Deborah Pardes
@DBPardes · 0:29
Harpreet. This is so beautiful. I like him. He is a brave man. He's a patient man. Just the density of this description and this journey that we are kind of invited into with him is beautiful. I just shared this with the another poet and let's see if she replies. Thank you so much
I'm glad you liked it. I wrote it a while ago in some of my despair moments. And most of things that I create or write are emerging out of my deepest sense of being in that moment, in that situation. And this is my way of getting out what is inside me so that I am not suffering. It is better out than inside. So that man there and his tears, of course, are his own experience, which, indirectly, are mine. Thank you
Swell Team
@Swell · 0:15
Hi, her priest. I am spellbound. This is one of the most profound and beautiful poetry I have ever heard dedicated to men. So rightly stated, so deep, so profound and so touching. The it resonated with me so deeply, I can't begin to share that. And I believe the toughest tears yet, the most beautiful ones, are the ones that a man braves to shed. We often talk a lot about the suffering of women and the tears of women, which are prevalent
Deborah Pardes
@DBPardes · 0:29
Hiprit. Now that I know that that was connected to your experience. I wanted to share a song I wrote. Oh, my gosh. Probably 23, four years ago now, for my godson, who unfortunately passed 20 years after I wrote this. Literally, I bought it from him. I wrote it for him. He was a little boy, and he unfortunately died, but I thought he was such a special human, and it's about boys and tears. Ah
