Thread: The teardrop

THE TEARDROP

The teardrop,
trembling irresolutely,
finally fell,
furtive and timid,
sweeping away with it
the many others
that were waiting
heaped together
and confused,
and the weeping
turned into a sea,
sea that flooded the soul
with pain and tense calmness,
salty and bitter sadness
that escapes
and that groves its way,
and that sometimos,
does not have any hope.