A Teardrop In the Stream
From the side of the bridge
A teardrop fell from her eye
And splashed into the flowing waters
Of the rippling stream passing by
Away the teardrop was swept
With the freshly fallen rain
The rippling stream stole her tear
But left behind the pain
She stood staring at the stream
Originating from the mountain top
With water pure and clean
A rippling flow that never stops
She comes to this bridge
Too many times to her it seems
But her broken heart appears to mend
After dropping tears into the stream
She takes a cleansing breath
Inhaling the fresh air
She wipes her cheek dry
And lets down her golden hair
The tear is now long gone
Fresh water in its place
The rippling magic worked again
She wore a smile upon her face
Lovers may come and go
Causing her heart to often ache
But as long as streams still ripple
Her spirit they’ll never break
by Joe Flach, written for Constances' Rippling Stream Contest.
Written and posted on 6/1/2011
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