Shedding a Tear
Sitting, thinking
of troubles and grief,
that used to seem
below my beliefs.
Flowers I've wilted,
a soft touch, a breath,
love that once started
and blossomed, then death.
Solutions? I have none
to speak of I fear.
Just, sitting, thinking,
shedding a tear.
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