Eternal Tear
The tear that falls eternally
Is vast, collects the salty sea
Falls fast, as rain from cloud breaks free
Drips past, drips not as dew to tree
Races down the sands of time
Your face as sour as a lime
A tear that cannot dry itself
You cannot prize it on your shelf
It is your sorrow and your hurt
The tear you cried at birth
Sigh, you'll never have the chance to see
When your crystal falls to earth
It splashes me.
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2023
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