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Feb 2011
I am a drop,
Creating a ripple.
I fall and I fade, before I'm a wave;

Still,
I aspire to move you.

I am a seed,
A thought, or a tree.
I aim to implant an interminable rant,

And
Grow into passions unmoving.

I am a light,
Aglow in the night.
Just like a star, so faint and so far;

It's a
Miracle you see me at all.

I am so small,
So inconsequential.
But if I shine pure, I can be quite sure,

You'll
See my light after I'm gone.
© February 16th, 2011 Moriah Jean

Just a thought.
Written by
Moriah Jean
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