Teardrop
I sit quietly.
Alone and content,
Under your eyes
Composed and still,
A whisper is caught,
love and sadness pour out.
Flowing into your fleshy wrinkles.
I will knock on doors of change
What have I learnt ?
What have I given ?
Everything yet nothing,
Infant and ancient,
I am
a teardrop
Copyright © Brian Grieve | Year Posted 2020
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