
A single tear,
Rolls down my cheek.
A single fear,
Of which I cannot speak.
A single drop,
Hangs on my chin,
I cannot stop,
My haphazard grin.
A single blade,
Catches my tear.
My fears degrade,
When you come near.
A single tear, or a drop of dew?
To the grass both are true.
Beautiful.
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