They drip
As rain From invisible clouds They appear In the spaces Between leaves After a swift summer Breeze They erupt With the marigolds To be carried To where only hearts Can see They awake in dreams And sleep when one Has everything else To do They are love Waiting Crying out for what Cannot be said They are moonlight Forgetting they Themselves Need your splendor To actually glow They find the ones Sipping sweetly Over what we call tea Knowing it's not ears They need To manifest But the courage of a Poet With faith enough to know They can be
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