To wash the dishes
is to erase the history
of last night's stain,
to soak the markings
of sugar frosted cake and spicy chili sauce
in soap suds,
and to scribble yet another chapter
of a never-ending story
with bubbles of different colors
until the dripping water from the faucet
drench them in tears
and make them disappear
forever.
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Really a poignant rendition of words, well articulated and elegantly brought forth with conviction. Well conceived and nicely crafted with artistic brilliance. Thanks for sharing Liz and do remain enriched.