Beyond Scribbles

Some spills are like rain
on a scorching summer day—
a welcome relief. 

Old memories spill
from a photograph once kept—
brightening today. 

Some spills are special,
like those treasured memories—
bringing back old smiles. 

Some spills lighten hearts,
letting burdens fall away—
peace, a step closer. 

Some spills are gentle,
like tears soothing wounded hearts—
scars no longer scare. 

Some spills are hopeful,
like sunlight at the window—
chasing shadows away.  

© Vinitha Dileep

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This piece is written in response to the three hundred and twenty fourth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – SPILL hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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