Soft Spittle Lies

We shield ourselves with comedy
And bless the sky with laughter,

Only the earth feels our tears,
The soft spittle lies that fall from our smiles,

The dew on an opulent lawn,
The sun winking colour as it drops through the clouds

The sound at the end of a yawn.

Poetry.net

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