Keep them....
Until they feel no more,
mean no more,
Until they lay covered, with dust for months... untouched!
Let the words be forgotten,
the world be transformed,
the stories be lost,
Let the drops touch the land.. unheard.. unrealised!
But...
Let the breeze flow,
The land breathe,
The sky pour.
And...
Let me see her from beneath the clouds...
The colours in her eyes,
Scent of her long hair,
The little mark on her lip,
And the known smile.
Let the forgotten world, forgotten stories breathe in her own rhythm,
For her absent soul