Friday, 7 January 2011

Water

Clear and gleaming
The droplets gather
As if dreaming
Light as feather


A trickle, a puddle
A lake, a sea
A starting line
Of life to be


Currents stream
Fishes jump
Raindrops fall
On greenest thumb


Water flowing
In cavern found
As if glowing
Of secrets bound

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