A single drop of dew tapers off a leaf,
A single sound reverberates as it lands,
A sign of beauty, a sigil of purity,
But lasts not for long as it disappears.
A pink flower blooms in the vicinity,
Brought alive by the land, the water, the air,
But time shall pluck its petals bare,
Time shall undress it of its momentary flair.
A lad talks with the lady of his heart,
Lowers the veil with which he is always masked,
But words resent departure from his stubborn tongue,
Hands shake; fear grows of some imagined loss.
A drenched cat at the street's end watches,
Its bright eyes devour a warm sight, but alas,
Hardly does it realize as it darts away with grace,
Clouds part ways for a starry night,
Leaving the dew and the flower in embrace.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 9:36 AM UTC
A single drop of dew tapers off a leaf,
A single sound reverberates as it lands,
A sign of beauty, a sigil of purity,
But lasts not for long as it disappears.
A pink flower blooms in the vicinity,
Brought alive by the land, the water, the air,
But time shall pluck its petals bare,
Time shall undress it of its momentary flair.
A lad talks with the lady of his heart,
Lowers the veil with which he is always masked,
But words resent departure from his stubborn tongue,
Hands shake; fear grows of some imagined loss.
A drenched cat at the street's end watches,
Its bright eyes devour a warm sight, but alas,
Hardly does it realize as it darts away with grace,
Clouds part ways for a starry night,
Leaving the dew and the flower in embrace.
