CLEAR PEARLS
Jackie Kabir The tears that dropped like pearls On my shoulder Reminded me of another crazy summer’s day, When the skies were the brightest and the wind the warmest; Sweat drops tasted like tears Or was it the other way round I couldn’t tell. For they are both salty; aren’t they? The passion that you had your eyes died; As time elapsed. Only to be rekindled with more vigor in your ocean eyes. Perhaps the darkest corner of my heart Will cherish those moments Just the way an oyster cherishes its pearls.