My eyes betray me
Leaking
Even as my lips
Curl in a smile
A drop along my
Cheek
For losses minor compared to
Death
Another slides
Along the edge
Wandering
No buckets to catch
The indescribable
I make you laugh
the clown in me
sees the irony.

My eyes betray me
Leaking
Even as my lips
Curl in a smile
A drop along my
Cheek
For losses minor compared to
Death
Another slides
Along the edge
Wandering
No buckets to catch
The indescribable
I make you laugh
the clown in me
sees the irony.
What will you be getting?
Weekly short poetic notes from Abbe
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