A Lone Tear Drop
I
cry
a lone
teardrop.
It falls softly
onto my pillow.
A burdened heart
behind smiling eyes
liberates the aching,
diamond teardrop,
when I dream of
your soft touch.
Without you
Who am
I?
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, July 22, 2012
for The Concrete/Shape Contest (Craig Cornish)
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