A teardrop
Filled up the eyes
Drenching them fully
Full of my hopes
Full of my dreams
Full of my longings
I kept waiting and waiting
For it to drop
For it to spill out
To catch it and cup it in my hands
But it never did
Just remaining in my eyes
Keeping them moist
This one has captured mixed feelings in one frame! It's like a motion picture that dosen't animate. Brilliant!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reading this from a mediforical viewpoint, capturing the teardropp is a must in longing, and yet illusive to the reality of moment; the capturing of such feeling from yourself only adds to a beauty placed within the mediforical..... Very nicly done