Two.

The water looks like concrete from afar.
Teardrops from heaven, splattering aflush.

I sit, painting a flower over the scar,
A perfect picture, with a broken brush.

Oh I’ll save this tear for you,
like that last sweet drop of dew.
                                                          – Aratrik D.

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