The Truthful Drop Of Tear

A drop of tear
fell from above.
That one could neither bear
Nor remember the dove.

It dropped itself
From above all heights.
And made a reflection of herself
As it reflects all rays lights.

But fortunately,
It was too bright.
She didn’t want, lately,
To look at anything right;

She wouldn’t believe
In anything true
As she had already sieved
Its passage through.

She just had to listen,
Believe in the truth so mere.
And that is what made it glisten,
That truthful drop of tear…

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