Sung
Tears that
Sings upon contact
Of long-ago songs
Of grief and joy.
We forgot the words
And the music
And even their existence
But the tears remembered.
Encased in each droplet before
Connecting on a surface
And exploding in a thousand
More drops and
The music flies free.
Rain.
Copyright © Linda Xiao | Year Posted 2012
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