The dewdrops appear very delightful and gentle; but they also disappear very soon as the sun rises. This poem is symbolic to a person who loved much but couldn't keep his promise as he left during difficult times.(noon refers to scorching heat, meaning difficult times.) #wod #dewdrops @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay
The sacrifices mom makes to ensure we stay happy every moment! We are so busy in enjoying our luxuries that we fail to realise and thank the sacrificers (our moms)! - realized this on a talk with @inked_selenophile
I'm A Dewdrop, Sometimes Worn By Their Empty Eyes To Kiss Their Pain As A Teardrop
I have travelled the junction betwixt rainbows and rains although my fragile, delicate and curve physique is hard to elope with any season or sky my pockets are filled with the peonies of hope while my dewy flesh can constellate thousands of monarchies to cosmic burgs
The hiraeth those icicles cause shiver my soul but those blossoms glow my blued womb with shades of snow I feel grey in lips of autumn when a petal of lily wither indicating another yatter of grave-gardenia with an apt ambush of coronavirus on the people of Vatican to Russia
I try to mask those innocent eyes with fog and drops of tears but how can I stop the violent flames of inhumanity and let clouds snuff the lightening of tyranny and to chunder camaraderie as I know I'm the last and eensy extant of nature afraid of being blown off in the poems of oblivion .
(Vatican is worlds smallest while Russia is biggest country)