There is always the first tear
which leaks from a heart-borne sorrow,
tiptoeing its glitter step
in a crescent through your cheek,
outlining the silver moon:
a hope for your dreams to come true.
Author notes
Hope you all like it. 
A contest entry
- anything by Virgoan.
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Comments
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A very clear poem that shelters more than what we see in words. I like the flawlessness of this poem.
Good work poet.
Thanks and regards,
Hensley



