Morning Dews
Tears, like crystal droplets,
fell to the ground.
Carrying the voices,
the cries of the past.
Showing in its clear body,
the pain and suffering,
the feeling of familiarity to,
the fraction of memories stored within.
It fell, it fell,
to the ground it fell.
Together with my sorrow it fell,
like morning dews after the rain.
Copyright © Yehoshua Yochanan | Year Posted 2023
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