It fell into my hand,
Small and shining it was,
A round sparkling droplet
Of her tear, it was.
Her silent sobs let out,
Into the equally silent night.
Her mouth as if she wanted to shout,
But her tears so hard she was trying to fight.
Her face red, her eyes watery,
Her nose bloated, red like a cherry.
Under the sky, below the stars,
Far away on the street, honked the cars.
Sounds of the water hitting the rocks
Watching the waves reaching the shore.
Her expressive eyes, told so much
Maybe she thought, "life wasn't like this before."
Gentle breeze blew, her long hair flying,
Tickling my face, her beautiful essence...
I stood there, a silent spectator,
Totally unaware she was, of my presence.
The moon above, round, shining bright,
I touched her shoulder, "Are you alright?"
She turned to me with frightened eyes and walked away in fear,
Leaving behind in my hand, that droplet of her tear.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 7:19 AM UTC
It fell into my hand,
Small and shining it was,
A round sparkling droplet
Of her tear, it was.
Her silent sobs let out,
Into the equally silent night.
Her mouth as if she wanted to shout,
But her tears so hard she was trying to fight.
Her face red, her eyes watery,
Her nose bloated, red like a cherry.
Under the sky, below the stars,
Far away on the street, honked the cars.
Sounds of the water hitting the rocks
Watching the waves reaching the shore.
Her expressive eyes, told so much
Maybe she thought, "life wasn't like this before."
Gentle breeze blew, her long hair flying,
Tickling my face, her beautiful essence...
I stood there, a silent spectator,
Totally unaware she was, of my presence.
The moon above, round, shining bright,
I touched her shoulder, "Are you alright?"
She turned to me with frightened eyes and walked away in fear,
Leaving behind in my hand, that droplet of her tear.
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