A teardrop on my face
runs and runs down
every morning I awake.
With teardrops in my eyes
I think on times of beloved,
beloved fruit, beloved strawberry
in my hand. My still promise
never to eat them alone.
Never ever I will eat them again.
A new morning starts,
a new tear
I brush it away
and now a first new day of my life will start.
And I will laugh!
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