In The Small World Of My Poem

in the small world of a poem
there lives a
teardrop

and there is only one reader
who sees it
and takes it
and says

'the teardropp is not salty
it is sweet
and now it is inside me'

in the small world of my poem
lies the miracle also of the dew
the pearl of the leaf
that lasts only
one morning.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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