Friday, 4 September 2009

A precious tear drop

I see, a reflection of me

It ripples across glassy waters

Glistening droplets of warm tears well up in the rims of my vision

Waiting, to set an avalanche, beating it's path down a delicate valley of hope

I embrace every tear drop, caress it tenderly- it trembles

I see, a reflection of me

It ripples across crystal-clear waters

I look into the depths 

I frantically search for this elusive something

It glimmers back and forth, across tear drops

It shimmers across the realms of an existence

I see, a reflection-not anymore of me

For it's one of two

It ripples not, across the waters

For it craddles peacefully in precious tear drops 

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