The flop

What is love?
Is it a chemical in the brain?
Or, is it a pure sentiment?
Both?
 
To me Is like a flower
yet ephemeral, beautiful
surely dies without water
but stands tall, even dull
 
And when it dries out
the memories won´t
its color will remain vivid
as if it was still fresh, not livid
 
But on the ground will
flourish once and again
even if it is not the same
the aroma will prevail
 
However, it won´t ever grow
on the salty hills where tears flow
or in a dry vessel on a tabletop
or in a sour heart or brain´s flop

Carlos di Paulo Zozaya

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