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The Teardrop
Rounded and wet,
It follows a trail
Of misery and regret,
The dust turns to mud,
As the love unravels
with the pain of vanished memories
It travels down the hill,
And drops off the edge,
Now it's falling
Ever faster,
Towards the gravity of
Ever faster
The teardrop falls
Into the famished soil
And though I know
our love
Has gone to bring forth flowers,
As nurture to the soil
though the colors will die
The petals will fall
And the mud will turn

By Skedaddler

© 2009 Skedaddler (All rights reserved)


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