a tiny droplet of dream plops
from the lips of overhanging creeper
leaning on my placid lake
and circles of emotions emanate
to burst into bloom
in the dead of night
its solemn note reverberates
in the whole ambiance
though illusive in its effect
staying- and- shifting at the same moment
I try to grasp
the ripples eddying out
and go adrift
counting the cascades in my mind....
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 2:34 AM UTC
a tiny droplet of dream plops
from the lips of overhanging creeper
leaning on my placid lake
and circles of emotions emanate
to burst into bloom
in the dead of night
its solemn note reverberates
in the whole ambiance
though illusive in its effect
staying- and- shifting at the same moment
I try to grasp
the ripples eddying out
and go adrift
counting the cascades in my mind....
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