The Eighth Drop of "Tears"
Love
Love supplies a mysterious power,
into your hands.
When you write about rain,
it rains.
And when you write about tears,
you cry.
It is raining. Rain is good. I feel tears in my eyes. Tears also are good. I write and the raindrops sweep away words from my paper leaving it blank, wet. And there is no one to hold an umbrella for me. Therefore, there won't be a new drop of tear anymore.
Though it won't end, let me stop now.
Love supplies a mysterious power,
into your hands.
When you write about rain,
it rains.
And when you write about tears,
you cry.
It is raining. Rain is good. I feel tears in my eyes. Tears also are good. I write and the raindrops sweep away words from my paper leaving it blank, wet. And there is no one to hold an umbrella for me. Therefore, there won't be a new drop of tear anymore.
Though it won't end, let me stop now.
Comments
anulal, this post is simply wonderful, every word touching my heart. please be careful to find that 'just right' holder of your umbrella and keeping in mind that they will need you to hold theirs, as well!
you are truly a poet with depth and i love to read your work...
I'm loving this series!
@Brian--Hi, Brian. I think you are new to my blog. But your words really are encouraging and soothing.. thanks. Hope you keep visiting.
@ Jingle--thanks very much.
@ Terri-- Thank you Tia Terri. The series has ended with this one. Hope you will visit again.
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I loved the mix of prose n poetry both bringing out so much of depth..
I come here from Jingle's blog..
I am happy to come across ur beautiful blog..Preserve the beauty!
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Thanks!
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