As dew drips off a leaf

the tears trickle down her face

A gentle flowing stream

becomes a waterfall of emotion

As the sun rises in the morn

a smile blossoms on her face

The new dawn becomes

the glorious midday sun

For these were tears of joy

My Poetry

Simple Pilgrim View All →

Once Lost in Nowhere, then Perditus

Now just a Simple Pilgrim

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