The Tear - Poem by Smoky Hoss
So many thoughts have I
that words shall never express, I solemnly fear,
what mysteriously can be contained
in a single tear.
Like the one rolling softly
down my quivering cheek,
the one that knows all the hope and longing of which
I am unable to speak.
The tear, granted by God
for me to shed,
a quiet, gentle voice speaking of all
that must be left, unsaid.
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