A
tiny
teardrop
slowly rolls
down her cheek,
staining her powder-
pressed face. This tiny
teardrop carries so much
within. It tells of a deep lonely
feeling that once controlled her
heart. As it rolls, it picks up
speed. It carries a little smile.
A smile of relief, of hope
renewed. A smile that
will never fade.
©2004 Thrive
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