Do not touch me,
I would burst off,
Into flecks of chagrin,
And delate your propinquity.
I am rain dropped,
On the greener grass,
And there I hang slackly,
Upon its trenchant blade.
I am betrayed by vagrant clouds,
Suspended from moving sky,
My abode is forsaken,
Taken away by winds.
Do not touch me, rather
I would embrace the soil,
Seep into pores and phloem,
Meet the river and rise again.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 3:46 AM UTC
Do not touch me,
I would burst off,
Into flecks of chagrin,
And delate your propinquity.
I am rain dropped,
On the greener grass,
And there I hang slackly,
Upon its trenchant blade.
I am betrayed by vagrant clouds,
Suspended from moving sky,
My abode is forsaken,
Taken away by winds.
Do not touch me, rather
I would embrace the soil,
Seep into pores and phloem,
Meet the river and rise again.
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