a little tear goes trickling by...

slowly slowly the drops form

sometimes salty but always warm

a little red flashes at times

once you miss it, once it dies!

mindless, ceaseless, raining drops

trickling, rushing, hiding drops

drop by drop maketh a puddle -

liquid pain anchored in a muddle

years of anguish and some despair

all tucked within the beautiful pair

each has a tale tied by a string,

like beaded pearls hanging on a ring

sometimes silent, sometimes playful

a little nudgy, a little hopeful

a little tear goes trickling by

finding no foe, no friends nearby...