Breathing in
And out
As tears cascade down
From eyes that have
Not yet seen light
Down her gentle
Features until they
Reach the cliff
Of her face and
Drop to the floor
But no one saw
This small drop
Of ocean hit
The stained tile
And move the
Dirt in its path
As it's particles
No one saw
The end of
This small ocean's life
As they were too
Emersed in the start
Of another

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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