Teardrop

A teardrop,
as light as a feather,
as bright as the sky.

Rolling on my cheek,
down to my lips,
on the way to my chin.

Tries to hold on,
but gives up,
and falls down.

Touches the water,
my sea of sadness.

I miss you.

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