Tears

Round
and
warm,
falling softly with
emotion. To come with plenty,
only to quickly go away. The taste is
as salty as the sea; the nature as unpredictable,
understood only by you. It is not your duty
to carry the burden, nor light of joy.
Moist blessing to each of us—
You are important,
You are
My
Tears.

copyrighted: CMM 1998
Awarded: Honors, Fields of Earth Symposium
Cape Fear Writers

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