Thursday, November 22, 2007

My poem

Tear not shed

What happens to a tear not shed?

Does it well up in the eye
Like darkness blocking vision?
Or dry up like the rain in a desert
And never be seen
Does it drip onto the heart
And put out its fire?
Or like water to a plant that helps it grow

Maybe it fears being seen
like an innocent child who did something wrong

or does it flow down your cheek like Niagra falls?

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