drops of silence

down my face,

from my eyes,

aged and old,

rushing to the river beneath,

promising neverending gold.

they glisten and fall,

tell all a story unique to each drop.

refusing to stop,

moving down my face silently,

they race each other.

who that wins,

will drown her happiness finally.

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