Slowly forming, glisten in the light,
hidden truth found in the night.
Growing larger as the truth is told,
this fragile thing more precious than gold.
Gently sliding no sound to be made,
lost in a shadow, but would never fade.
Wait and wonder, as the truth comes near,
but it makes it's way down further,
without any fear.
Beyond the edge, it starts to fall,
as truth takes over and breached the wall.
In the light it glimmers and yet it gleams,
but as the truth is told, it's never as it seems.
Softly falling, it's now ready to rest,
as truth takes over, it completes it's quest.
Now as you look up, everyone has gathered around,
all their eyes are upon you, as your teardrop,
slowly touches the ground.
By Jeremy Brewer
Poetry Embrace
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