From: SPARKLER@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Tears
Date: Mon Apr 25 15:30:44 1994

A crystaline shape
of perfect form
slowly carresses.
It travels a path
of lonlieness.
By the mountain
and over the plain
it goes. Soon it 
cames to an edge,
where it hovers,
quivering, then 
plunging to its
DOOM.  Who shall 
miss this shape
of pure beauty?
None, for more
shall follow.