Crystal Teardrops
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Sweet sadness pouring over young ones, flowing down their faces
in crystal teardrops.
No one wiping them free, they adhere to hearts, strangling them
with ineptitude as adults look on and away from their grief.
Placing too much emotional baggage upon such tiny children,
expecting them to live up to adult expectations without having
been taught or given the tools by which to accomplish this.
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