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Lingering drops of my heart

Tiny pearls fell from the velvety spread,
they glistened like dew drops on the greenest leaf.
the great fall ended in a "plonk",
which made the pearls scatter into tiny shimmering pieces.

the rock turned chill,
and the weather shrill,
the waves of worry long gone,
and happiness struck like a gong.

the sound of the shattering pearls,
were welcomed among the beings,
some ran for shelter,
while some paced slowly, enjoying the shower.

the sorrows of the heart,
deep like the oceans were dispersed,
like a juvenile pond, by the chilling droplets.
which came from heaven, to bring light through the dark.

when they found their way,
to the broken lands of the mourning peasant,
he looked up to the sky and whispered,
with tearful eyes, "Alas! God's shower is here".

when they landed on a child's arms,
she caressed them with a smile on her face,
and rushed into her room, and searched happily,
for the paper boats her mother had lovingly made.

when they shattered on the weary peacock,
it looked with glazing eyes,
to the darkest of clouds, it spread it's wings wide,
and started dancing with joy and pride.

when they swooped down on to the strands of grass,
the green drank them quenching their thirst,
and the dead rot more, bending to hell.
they landed on the soil and strengthened its stand.

here they were, perching on the branches,
lying on the dampened cotton,swinging on the wired poles,
clinging on to the merciless roof, and dangling on the woman's ears.
and now they are like happy memories still shingling on to my soul.

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