Droplets of tears
on my face
tell a story,
of a life wasted,
years gone by,
dreams unfulfilled,
part of me
that I have seen die.
Each teardrop
a window to my heart,
the place where all
my fantasies remain,
ready to creep
into my mind,
the letters
jostling to become words,
sentences....
my dear.. that life is not wasted yet.. there are a lot more moments that Time is waiting for u to grab and make ur own.. with us of course.. who else can make life gud for u?! ;-)
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