a mutual exchange

I washed my eyes with tears
which falling on the floor
dirtied it
and then blurred
its cold, not moody surface
with boiling emotions
the coldness broke down
and sent some freshness back
but there was nothing wrong in it
neither good nor bed
just a simple, mutual exchange

Moody

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