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Sep 2019
Have you ever thought about the drop
That got lost from the rain...
Never to fulfill its purpose, as...
it lingered on a forehead ...
slipped and dropped into the duct
And amazed by the warmth
melted into a tear
And fertile it flowed down a cheek
Leaving a trace
For the sun to dry... so that fingers
Could brush away the tiny salt crystals
Written by
Ana Coman
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