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Tears
Fall
Tears
fall from her eyes
Hanging on her eyelids
My
lips kiss each tear
It’s
like plucking a sweet fruit
From
a weakened branch
Her
tears are not of sadness
But
of unexpected joy
What
once lived in her mind as a fantasy
Something
she dare not even speak of
Indeed
can be touched
As
a living, breathing entity few ever realize
She
has stood in its path
Overwhelmed
with its passion
And
is as beautiful as she imagined it to be
Her
tears will fall again
But
there will be a smile in her heart.
Dean
Jean-Pierre
(Written
in the
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