As I sit here, watching you,
I feel a peace inside.
Like seeing my favorite flower bloom,
I think of the tears I've cried.

Tears of sorrow, joy and pain,
Streaming from my face.
Like a salty, bitter rain,
or soft buttons made of lace.

Those tears are gone now,
The pain no longer mine.
I sit amazed, at you and how
these things pass with time.


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