Another poem.

A poem describing the path -and humanity- of a tear.

A teardrop in paradise…

I’ll live it up this one last night and tomorrow start a new path no matter how much it hurts.

Loving and hurting still…

Dedicated to Norma.

I once knew a woman who never showed any emotion to anyone, always so tough and hidden from the outside world. Then, one day, I saw her cry.

After the last teardrop falls from Jack Frost’s eyes.