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.

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