Dew Drops !

Tears rolled, tiny drops.
They were smooth, the wrinkles were rough.
The brow had withered, it was marked.
There was a taste of smoke,
but the screen was blank.

It was a mix of emotion and direction,
similar to forgiveness and justice.
Like all the waves, which hit the shore,
there seemed to be an urge.

But they were happy,
they shone, with shining silver,
They marked joy, with pleasure abundant.

They were ready for more !