Like a dew drop on a leaf has an identity and a rain drop inside the shell has a peculiarity, each writer should possess different style in their writing.
No one saw that exquisite tear drop clinging on to her lashes while she lay in bed Just like the dew drops hugging on to the leaves and branches at dawn I wonder if they both shared the same sorrow in the dark of the night
Dew drops on the grass of a silent winter morning giving the ambience of a lone soul. Until the sun arrives refining the true diamond of love left unanswered...