Tears
Little transparent men,
glistening.
Running down the hallowed countenance of a surface,
lonely,
desolate.
Running from the grief and pain,
leaving behind a salty trail of a bittersweet fortune.
A momentary scar.
Running,
trickling.
Ending their soulful trek in a shallow grave.
Reflective of a pond of watery sorrow
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