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.
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.
Nice play on "spirits." :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Jennifer. I am glad you like it
DeleteWhat Jennifer said. And that empty bottle! Nice going, Ruby!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kymm for such positive words
DeleteHow quickly that bottle emptied, before you even knew what hit! ♥
ReplyDeleteThat 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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