High in air ,low are  bodies.
WhatsApp has salt of tears,
Born a balmy sea air below.

Tiny emojis turn an eye wet,
On boxes in phones where
Tears rain from  dry clouds.

We bring ourselves emojis,
Being such emotional men,
Under  formal wear  shirts.

In our actual eye contacts,
We have lumps in throats.
We say weather and crops.

Weather has a lovely emoji,
Ready tears of instant love
Enough to grow arid crops.

We have our instant emoji
To make a love speak easy,
If with weather, eyes  busy.

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