Flowing pearl

Gleaming innocence whispers a call

to brighten its future on a benighted path;

those eyes speak with a furtive haul

unveiling the grief at the aftermath.

Sorrow turns into a flowing pearl

undulating towards the abstruse sea;

it seeks affection with a motherly curl

to reach the depth of lasting glee.

This journey is lonely in its nascence,

but shall not continue all the way;

it may outlast moments and perseverance,

but shall always yield to a creative play.