Wednesday, 14 May 2014

Story of a Teardrop


A teardrop born in my eyes
A tiny little water drop
Shining like a small diamond
It is transparent and beautiful
I took it on my fingertip
It gazed at me and smiled
I had seen a sweetness in it
It is a result of pain
I was eager to know its future
Suddenly it fall down
Roll down from my fingers
And fall into the floor
It died an instant death
And disappeared from the world

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