Distillation

Love drops into our heart
Like a Disprin in a glass of water.

And disperses
Like a piece of alum,
Imperceptible to corporeal vision;
But discreetly active.

Though it may taste sour at times,
It dissolves into our soul,
Removing all contaminations,
And distils it -
Into crystalline transparency.

by EU STRESS

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