A single, lonely tear begins its descent
down the cheek, sunken and weak
past the mouth, smile no longer present
over the chin, the final peak
With a leap it takes to the air
as if from a rain cloud
a suicidal, salty tear
a shower without a crowd
Splashes and collapses, becomes one with the mud
to join the thousands of friends here before
become a part of the flood
the sea of tears on the floor
Thanks for reading,
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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