I see a tear roll down your face
I stretch out my hand
My finger touches just that place
To catch the tear and carry it
I walk with it a thousand steps
Cradle it in my hand
So precious, not to be spilled
in the thirsty sand
I reach my destination
A secret garden
A few steps past the drought
So green and lush
I kneel down and look down
At such a beauty
I water the plant to grow
with your tear
A23 // Febr. 12th, 2007
To M., who lost his Mum that day
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