A tender jewel a diamond meant for pierced ears
Formed by the pressure of life the weight of time
And released by the manufacturing of heart and mind
Such priceless unclouded sphere
A baptismal liquid bid by emotions to appear
Volumes of words spoken with every tender drop
Yet even heart and mind cannot make the spring stop
This moisture like the morning dew on a rose petal
Feeds the limits of the spirit until the feelings settle
The sun will rise and reach to pick it up
The clouds will drink every drop as if from a cup
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