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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