One single teardrop 💧

Be it surprise of sheer pleasurable delight, or shock from streaks of flashes in fright

How can a teardrop say so much ?
A responsiveness of gut reaction, without the need for words or touch..to ease one’s sensitive satisifaction

A saturated teardrop full of strength and power, an allergic reaction from a perfumed flower ?

Whilst it oozes from the eye in a blaze of glory, showing it’s manifested sensational story

Is it one of sadness or that of joy ? that trickles the cheek amidst a tickled annoy

It well’s up till it can take no more, then bursts the lids  overflowing the core

One can not hide an emotion of grief, nor mask the expression of utter belief