Cold Tears:

The Mighty Sky
She sheds her tears,
Those crystalizations
Saved up for years.

With both arms wide open
Each make their fallout,
Every single drop
Like salt from a spout.

Then all hands are joined
As they touch the ground,
With frost covered parachutes
And make not a sound.

For my bucket of tears
They come down like rain,
As her broken heart
It fills up with pain.

When the matter is over
Her eyes crystal clean,
Her fragile little heart
Still hangs in a sling.