When Teardrops Fall

A tear falls upon my cheek,

with another close behind,

their endless source of water,

the rivers of my mind.

Thoughts of you flow freely,

floodgates opened wide,

drowning in my sorrow,

submerged below high tide.

Teardrops falling always,

an endless river flows

each drop is wiped away

and out to sea it goes.

In these salty waters,

refreshed by tears anew,

I swim alone and find

reflecting pools of you.

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Paul Allen Rice