LONELY

With a gentle blink of an eye

Trickles down a smooth blushed path

Drifting pass the tunnel where the air flows free

Slowly and softly brushes over lover’s lane

Breathtaking isn’t it, some might say

Approaching the point of no return

There isn’t anywhere else to go

Holding on ’till the very last

At the end of its road

The lonely tear

Drops.

 

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