After searching everywhere,
For that dark divinity desperately,
Only drops of tears remain.
Every night, pearlescent teardrops,
That flow smoothly down my visage,
And gather below my feminine chin,
Plunk, plunk plunk, plunk, plunk,
They fall on the Earth's lap.
And when I look down,
And into those diffracting drops,
I see that Dark Divinity within,
Monsoon skin, yellow robes.
'There you are', I think,
'In every tear of mine'.
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Searching- A saga ✔
PoetryMany things that I've realized about this life... Many things that I've realized about myself... Many more about the society I live in... Much more about the world in general... But... Mainly about my world in particular... My world... FOR ONCE, NO...
