The old tear drop becomes dry, but its still there

   ((стихи моей дочери)
               
       ***
 
  I stepped outside,
  into a clear, dewy morning
  I saw a rainbow,
  and a couple of clouds
  There was still one star shinning,
  from the restless night before
  The birds were greeting me
  as well as the trees
  The moon was fading,
  and the star was giving its last glow
  So that today will be new and young,
  and all traces of the past can be forgotten.            
 


     Victoria(10,5)


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