Like the dew drop clinging to a stalk of grass
in the early morning sun, a jewel of nature
made by God’s hand, like a tear drop
waiting to fall – such was our love
so pure and sacred, untouched
Yet, like the dew drop it was
not meant to last, gone
with the first sun ray
and never to
return
- M@t@Maya ( © 25-03-2010)
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