Two silver pearls fall from her eyes
Liquids Pearls
In eyes of azure, tears do gleam,
Like silver pearls, a mournful stream.
From depths profound, they gently fall,
A symphony of sorrow, echoing through the hall.
Each drop, a testament to pain,
A fragile vessel, harboring disdain.
They trace their path down cheeks so fair,
Leaving behind a trail of despair.
Like precious jewels, they shimmer bright,
Yet hold within them a somber light.
They speak of anguish and of woe,
A testament to a heart laid low.
Oh, gentle soul, why such distress?
What burden weighs upon your breast?
Let not those tears your spirit quell,
For even in sorrow, hope can dwell.
Though darkness lingers, dawn will break,
And with it, healing’s gentle wake.
The pain will soften, the tears will cease,
And in their place, find joy and peace.
