Though the waters
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; may fall,
evaporating like shadows 
of what momentarily descended.

There is still a silhouette 
left like a 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; moment,
not seen but knowing 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; it had been there.&nbsp;&nbsp;

*"Tears always falling elegantly,*

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Tears Always Falling Elegantly

Buried before our birth, 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; we're&nbsp;&nbsp;grains collecting 
beneath every breath.
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As we gasp within.
Am I worthy of every fragment 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; collecting within a silhouette
of times shallow grave, I'm obscured.