The sweet of you drips softly
like the honeyed dew of Spring
A whimsical breeze
on lips of branches old
like the shimmering leaves
in silver gold
becomes your whisper in my ears
The sweet of you in my glistening tears
Oh how I miss the soft of your voice,
the gentle arms that held me so,
the whisper in my ears
on lips of branches old
like the shimmering leaves
in silver gold;
the whisper of a mother’s love

© Priya Patel 5/29/2015

Copyright © Priya Patel

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