Teardrops

TEARDROPS

The teardrops on Mother’s heart

Sliding down like the leaves in autumn

Then blown by the medieval wind

Flown by the river

Sunk on Her deepest trough

Trapped in the darkest night

The dwarfs find it hard to erase

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