THERE IS BEAUTY IN A TEAR

There is beauty in a tear, i have come to see
A veritable masterpiece, as it comes to be..

Happy or sad, a tear is wet
A twinge of emotion brings it to birth
It swells and pulses, pulls light to itself
Shivers and shimmers, as it approaches that crest
That hot swell of cheek, perhaps full and round
On which it pauses and sighs without sound
A sudden silent dash, down that fleshy slope
Leaving behind a glossy trail, that telltale map, that glistening rope
Gradual, tickling halt at smooth or thorny chin
Slow, stately descent below, beneath, unseen
Then sudden fat resurgence, to call of gravity
And a silent solemn fall, to nether regions that be..

There is beauty in a tear, i have come to see
And strenght enough to sway the beast in you and me…

Apr 10, 2011

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About feminemdapest

I love words and how beautifully they can be woven. I have a wicked sense of humor and a mind like a sponge, so little gets past me. As a result, I have a garbage heap of a head. Did I mention I love words?
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