Lagrima

A single tear
wanders a path,
sorrows get cleared
releasing bath
.

Slowly strolling,
down her left cheek.,
her mind ponders
answers she seeks
.

The lonely tear
reaches her chin,
captures her fears
staining her skin
.

It takes a bow

then jumps and skips,
flying straight down
decides to dip
.

Her answers come,
one at a time.
Her heart then hums
to inner chime
s.

One tear runs dry,
at last, released,
without a cry
instantly eased
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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