It took his resolve
a mere tear
to settle the drought
that lasted for years.

The grand prize
love seen through
an adopter's eyes
are precious child
diamond's guise

Where you are,
I can hear
Them whisper
From somewhere
That barely
Touches the
Lines between
This world,
And mine.
Make your own,
And separate it.
If you lose it,
Find your way,
Back to it.
Back to a place
That barely
Touches
The lines between
This world,
And yours.