glistening pearls, hidden under an ocean of life.
each one has a story to tell
Sometimes a sorrow to behold
At others a happy song of disbelief
Love so tender that it breaks just like the droplet that holds it
relief at letting someone in
emptying your heart to let someone go
Dreams and aspirations finding their way out
Some just don’t seem to stop and flood your senses
Others never reach the edge to fall, gulped down by stoicism.
Draining colors to leave you with black and white memories
Or adding technicolor drama to a stark imagery.
Come, Here is a tissue
Tell me which ones are yours today.
(Here is me reciting this: https://soundcloud.com/tanzila/tears-stories-yours )