A single tear.
One small bead of moisture
brimming before it falls.
Bearing witness to emotion
from the heart.
Bypassing the lump in the throat,
the silent sniff of restraint,
the blink to hold it back.
Its presence a prism
of the light of love
within.
Moisture and light -
the substance of a rainbow
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