by Zahra Berama
My name is Charity.
In the name of his sweet departed soul I inject moisture into the drying hearts of the deprived.
With each drop, I benevolently water crops coaxed from virtuous intentions, perched atop mountains of your clement dew. You perpetuated cycles of symbiosis.
You shone. Like a panacea for darkened souls, your words framed by the most angular of crescents.
My name is Charity.
On your behalf, I will eradicate societal schisms. Your spirit will be the vaccine, and may your final abode carry the burden of proof.
May you shine alongside the beloved.
May your crescent transcend generations and bare witness to progressive hope.
May your memories yield reams of more memories, bound by your resonating positivity.
And may they be recited when happiness is opportune.
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