I could feel the moist gathering <br />Yielding into the uneven folds and valleys <br /> <br />Micro rivulets, merging to flow <br />Into a single large dropp of sweat <br /> <br />That trickled from my brow <br />Teetering precariously <br /> <br />At the tip of my nose <br />Before yielding to the inevitable force <br /> <br />Of gravity that sucked into <br />Hot dust, the salt and water of my being. <br /> <br />Evaporating in the blink of an eye, <br />Licked by the merciless heat.<br /><br />Anita Atina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trickle/
