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Fall from my eye,

Down to my face,

Only to land on my soft pillowcase.

I don’t know why you’re here,

You come almost every night,

All that’s there are cries until sweet morning light.

There’s no other way to explain.

A tear represents pain.

Sometimes you can be a happy tear

Or even a cry of fear,

You are small yet so powerful,

You are every emotion,

Small salt drop,

Yet you could build an ocean,

Fall from my eye

Until my soul is dry

Down my face

Cry all night

Until morning light

Only to land on my soft pillowcase.

By: erica zaldivar

10-22-03