Imaginative

DEWDROPS

At times I wonder,

Why the evening wastes its tears,

And makes them shine on leaves and flowers.

This lasts for a few moments till,

The sun shoots its first rays of light,

As if telling me to let dewdrops dry,

Without the heart heaving a sigh.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Composed on the evening of Dec. 23 in between editing reports for the newspaper.


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