In the shadows of a tear

A teardrop falls

Within it

A flood of unspoken words

It carries a history

Bruised from years gone by

Hope

Of moments to come

Each one

Lingers

Whispering the language of my heart

Seduces my soul

Like sweet wine

Raw and open, ripping off the mask

Within each, a poem, a song, a dance

And a blossom unfurls In the shadows

Karen O'Moore November 2013

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