Slowly and unwillingly it fell,
the li’l tear drop.
and, followed many in a stream,
They all gathered at Her feet.
and, each held a piece,
of my ruptured heart.
They knew no boundless joy,
Nor the hymns in Her praise.
Only ,the solitude of the heart,
and the farway cry.
saying silently, as they fell,
How much my heart longed
though never said.
Unfolding the silent longing,
unspoken fears and desires,
they came to tell Her,
the love of the heart.
Shall She not listen,
to the ruddy drops of my sad heart?
-arya
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