Fill It Up
Drop after drop
Make me a puddle
My heart is a receptacle……
Make a ripple, make it again
Ebb towards the outside
Goodness spreads.
Overflow the heart
Make it run
To places that have voids
Then let me hear you play
Amid this silence
Little trickle love songs.
Copyright © Robert Hanson | Year Posted 2020
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