I have often wondered what tears look like
underneath a microscope, until I saw
how tears of grief were not glass shards,
those of hope did not skip like stones
or dance as I imagined tears of laughter,
flowing past a nonexistent bridge
composed of crying for the souls
we can’t replace.
© Ben Ditmars 2016
Photograph Courtesy of Kim Stapf
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Awesome gnomie❣
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Thanks, Kim Possible 😀
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