Wet.

it felt wet, dripping from the tips
of my fingers, falling to the ground
below, by my feet and the sun
flower, the tears fell
slipping from my soul
into the soil
dampening the earth
my soul, a rag being rung
out of its essence, dry
ready to be used again

Photo provided by: unsplash-logoNithya Ramanujam

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