A Drop/P/ Of Poetry
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a darling of me
came with tears in eyes
white tears as snow
o baby i said
what's the matter
she never replied
but then stood, sat
and did lie
it's my eyes
burn with pain
she sighed
o my lover
only a look i passed
and only a drop
touched her eyes
removing all the burn
and the pain as well
and this is the why
because the darling
was a paper
and that drop
was a drop
of poetry.
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