Poetry: The Tear

Small wet sphere trickling down

Smooth and heated skin.

Such irony a tear so small,

Could fortress and carry 

So many sins.

© 2021 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

Photo Credit: Photo by Levi XU on Unsplash

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