Far, gentle waves were caressing the sun..
Near, the violent desire of that droplet,
To be hugged in that warm brightness...
Silent tears erasing those deep footprints,
Yet a faint shade remains..
Gliding through the depths of the basin,
Wandering through and by..
Impatience flooded elsewhere,
and far it reached, but the sun..
Still miles to wander!!
The sun needed his priority;
The drop, revered the most its mother, but..
And the horizon faded the saffron off its wide,
Painting the droplet,
A deep dark grey...