Passing

January 30, 2009
By Matt Peyerk SILVER, Allegan, Michigan
Matt Peyerk SILVER, Allegan, Michigan
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The tear is; trickling from the sky.
Moving its way to nothing;
A mere being with no desire.
Pattering against the ground;
They go splat and scatter.
Fragments seep to the underneath,
Continuing the aimless journey.
Sitting on top, trying to get in;
The soil's jaws shut the tear out.
Flowing into a new light;
The tear bakes in earth's natural vice.
It absorbs into the essence;
Taken from the air, broken down.
Fades into the world of vapor
Flown to the sky on wings.
Days wither and years pass
Unnoticed,
Until one moment the tear
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From the sky;
Moving its way to nothing;
Just another passing to come by.


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