A Tear That Is His
That same raindrop catches me either in the sun or shade...
The clouds look all the same but for a few that won't fade...
The taste of a tear is always on my tongue...
A salty spice from a cry not sung...
I look up to Heaven to see who it is...
My unborn child , a tear that is his...
written by Michael J Falotico
for
Falling Raindrop contest
sponsored by Carol Brown
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
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