Just a Perspective
This morning I woke
With a tear in my heart, I
Brushed it away late
I went outside, found
There tears on the morning grass
My child called it dew
I saw through both, one
Reality for our sorrow
Broken shines like dew
So my tears lingered
Long until the sun came up
And drank dry my cup
But left memory
Like a leaf to store its kiss
Beside budding grief.
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