Tear In The Eye
Drip, drip, drop upon the page,Wet moisture glistening sinks,
Brings forth emotions from their cage,
As mind in sorrow reminiscing sinks.
Drop again, drip, drip,
Another falls, sinks into soft paper,
Do you hear a whisper from my lips,
You blinded by blundering caper?
Then comes the downpour,
Dripping, dripping,
Bleeding to the very core,
Can ever my heart be singing?
Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2009-11-03 at 17:39
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