A single tear.
It's not much.
Just a tear running down a cheek.
Water and salt, squeezed from an everyday eye.
Not much.
But.
Maybe that tear is shed in a moment of profound awe and rapturous gratitude.
And then, it's not, not much.
A single tear.
It's not much.
Just a tear running down a cheek.
Water and salt, squeezed from an everyday eye.
Not much.
But.
Maybe that tear is shed in a moment of profound awe and rapturous gratitude.
And then, it's not, not much.
