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Tears Fall



Tears fall from her eyes

Hanging on her eyelids

My lips kiss each tear

It’s like plucking a sweet fruit

From a weakened branch

Her tears are not of sadness

But of unexpected joy

What once lived in her mind as a fantasy

Something she dare not even speak of

Indeed can be touched

As a living, breathing entity few ever realize

She has stood in its path

Overwhelmed with its passion

And is as beautiful as she imagined it to be

Her tears will fall again

But there will be a smile in her heart.


Dean Jean-Pierre



(Written in the Tampa International Airport

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