Today is Day 15 of National Poetry Month, and I decided to write a concrete poem. I hope you enjoy it.
Teardrop
By Candace Shultz
A
single
tear drops
from her lash
onto her cheek and
trails down to her chin,
pausing for just a moment,
before falling onto the dry
dirt. It splashes and soaks
into the ground, leaving no
trace, until the day a tiny
blue flower grows
in its place.
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