Thursday, April 25, 2019

poem of the day April 25


So little and tiny
with no power
of its own
a water drop
falls on a rock
like angel tears
A drip a day
for a billion years
and the rock has a hole
in its heart
straight through the center
I wonder if love is like that
dripping away
each day over a sad stone soul
until the pain melts away 

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