Alice Diana Boboc

The Tear

Sometimes you'd fall asleep with your eyes open to catch the sky between your eyelids like you would keep a butterfly between two fingers
and you're thinking that from all the clouds on Earth, the tear is the purest and most alive.
so alive that the children lose it from their eyes easy,
and it transforms their sight in a window fogged by the heat of the stove in a winter day
the tear is chilling like a red apple orchard.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 19, 2009

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  • Aluga Luper MichaelsAluga Luper Michaels (7/1/2018 9:05:00 PM)

    Write commenta wonderful one Alice

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  • Khairul AhsanKhairul Ahsan (7/24/2015 2:57:00 AM)

    'like you would keep a butterfly between two fingers' - so beautiful!

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    Alice Diana BobocAlice Diana Boboc(2/23/2017 3:47:00 AM)

    Thank you very much!

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  • Joseph Poewhit (9/19/2009 10:05:00 AM)

    Words have much creative imagination

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    Alice Diana BobocAlice Diana Boboc(2/23/2017 3:48:00 AM)

    Thank you Joseph!

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