A tiny drop descends,
Slowly down the cheeks
Stories many it speaks,
Apprehending a fear
A tiny drop glitters,
Steadily around the eyes,
Incidents many it spies,
Discussing a morbidity.
A tiny drop flows
Rapidly across the face,
Recalling a melancholic trace,
Tracing a poignancy.
A tiny drop adjoins,
Over a multitude of choice,
Swiftly holding a moist ,
Reflecting a grouse.
A tiny drop flickers,
Fluttering as a shadow
Emanating a snicker,
Ruminating the pathos.
Tears well up,
As they blinden,
Tears swell up,
As they embolden.
Leaving a despondency,
Against an inability,
Letting an impotency ,
Against a certainty
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