And when his thoughts
casually saunters her mind,
though it didn’t mean harm,
yet it causes her to quiver and yearn
She helplessly tries to escape
from her furious cogitation,
but the rumination seldom spares her
from its ironic rattle
And as those apathetic tear drops
betrays her reverie,
and shows up nonchalantly
in her aberrant eyes
She does the ineffable,
and treasure the tears,
for in those drops she sees
a vivid reflection of her love,
near to her heart crystal clear
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Our tears are metaphors of sadness, joy and plethora of emotions.When words fail us to express our deep emotions, these tiny droplets comes to our rescue. Which reminds me of a profound quote
There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.”
― Kahlil Gibran
Wow your quote is so brilliant. Thanks for sharing. 🌸
My pleasure.Had to share,go well with your poem.
Thanks
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