a drop of rain falls from the sky
and lands on my cheek
just below the eye
taking its rightful place
among the rain
spilled from my soul...
how the sky seems to know
what I feel, what I think
and it cries because it knows
I let the tears
fall down on me
soft and warm and familiar
I soak them in
I know they are mine
and they mix with my thoughts, my heart
to form a pool in my soul
soft and warm, I sit and gaze
into the depths...
where I am whole

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