Drop, drop, drop my tears are falling
Catch them in your palms
Drink from my potion of suffering
Taste the feeling of despair
Wet your lips with my essence
Relish the desire hidden in them
Stories they narrate and write
Suffering in a loop of time
Pure is the love they emanate
They have no aroma but weight
A heaviness glimpse is shown
Drop, drop, drop they fall
To nurture the soul
Victoria Odey 