Love is
a droplet
the lips never drip,
when spoken in salient sorrow
over parent's heart,
which stopped beating.
They soak
into grief's crevices,
able to cleanse the stains
with hope's detergent
knowing in heaven
one will feel
hugs again.
Love is a droplet the lips never drip, when spoken in salient sorrow over parent's heart, which stopped beating.
They soak into grief's crevices, able to cleanse the stains with hope's detergent knowing in heaven one will feel hugs again. Author notes40 words A contest entry
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