Poetry

Droplet (#1137)

My droplet of pure sweetness and light,
So rare of clouds that make day seem night,

Droplets and mundane fall to the ground,
Tapping and running its only sound,

Limbs sway and dance in delight,
More fall from beyond the sun’s sight,

Where or when I’ll think in spite,
I’ll think of my droplet of pure sweetness and light.

Any Thoughts?

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