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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written; June 16, 2023 Teardrop Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh ______________________________________________________________ Teardrops cascade in a symphony of sorrow. A river of emotions that knows no tomorrow Each drop is a testament to a soulful lament. As heartache and anguish refuse to relent. In the realm of solitude and grace, I bear the weight of teardrops on my face. Akin to tiny diamonds, they cascade, A testament to the memories we've made. Each line on my face tells a story untold. Of laughter and joy, of lessons unfold. The weight of time is heavy on my brow. Yet within its grasp, I find solace somehow. Hot, as a burning flame, it falls from a weary eye, Carrying the weight of a thousand silent cries. A symphony of pain sings as it descends. A haunting melody that never truly ends Droplets fell, like wax, down a candle. Pooling lakes of shimmering delight, As the flame blazed, twirling with no handle, The wax poured into my fire was bright. Oh, how it flickered and danced with grace! A mesmerizing sight, a fiery embrace But as the wax melted, dripped, and flowed, My fire within slowly eroded. Resuscitation awoke a phoenix in me. With fiery feathers, I rose with glee. From the embers, I emerged anew. With strength and purpose, my spirit grew. A kaleidoscope of colors embraced my sight. From dawn's golden hues to twilight's night. Creatures of all kinds danced in harmony. In this grand theater, life's menagerie Above the beeswax, a soul takes flight. To soar above the smoke into the light. With wings of grace and feathers of gold, In search of secrets yet to unfold.
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