Writing, as just with tears,
these flood soaked scripts
dismissed with inadvertent blinks.
Alchemical emotives
are these tearful mix into ink.
These feelings,
never deep well dry
but soulfully evaporate
into spirited sky,
as a message, literacy illegible
yet at once, conveyed.
Delicate prose
so that emotions flow,
heart mentored
into a lip whispered
chauffeured stream,
down the cheeks
as if a scripted page,
with the grace
of gravity providing
become a sacred passage.
Each of us,
as authors at that time,
are that open book . . .
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