Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Tasty teardrops

One tiny tear
At the base.
And
Delicious drops
Hang
By the edge of shelf.
Giving in to gravity,
Blending in the puddle,
Where you can't tell
One from another.
The pendants,
Trickling, slowly.
Spirits,
Draining.
Sorrows, swimming.
And
Empty bottle, mocking.

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    1. Thank you Jennifer. I am glad you like it

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  2. What Jennifer said. And that empty bottle! Nice going, Ruby!

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    1. Thank you so much Kymm for such positive words

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  3. How quickly that bottle emptied, before you even knew what hit! ♥

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    1. That is the way of things Kathy. The bottles usually empty that fast. Thank you for that little heart. It made my day.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.