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I dream that with each tear I cry
a drop will start its sliding
And when it falls through cloud and sky
fall in a pool in hiding
The ripples spread and touch the shore
to come back to the middle
When will people ask for more
and solve this age-old riddle
Hidden well
and hidden deep
are lies they tell
and secrets they keep
Hidden in minds
that can't recall
hidden behind
the truth of all
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This is excellent. It meets all my criteria for poetry - and I am full of admiration for your handling of a language other than your own (I write in German as well as English, so I know what I'm talking about).
