I've often wished I were a drop of dew,
joining forces with a single blade of lively grass.
Unaware of worries trying to tear my being apart,
or a conscience attempting to give my corrupted soul a wash.
Wouldn't it be a delight to be this small,
too minute to have room for troubles at all.
To be enchanting in simplicity,
yet ever ready to help a new dawn fight the black hue.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
I've often wished I were a drop of dew,
joining forces with a single blade of lively grass.
Unaware of worries trying to tear my being apart,
or a conscience attempting to give my corrupted soul a wash.
Wouldn't it be a delight to be this small,
too minute to have room for troubles at all.
To be enchanting in simplicity,
yet ever ready to help a new dawn fight the black hue.