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AW May 2012
Maybe there won’t be a
Last drop
To run over the cup
Maybe everything is just
One more drop
To fill the ocean up
Every day I fall in love,
and every night I’m falling.
When every star is rising,
I’m standing here,
with a mask on the floor.
Sipping drops.
Rain, rain,
Raindrops fall
Fall everywhere
To the ground,
From the sky,
Through the air.
Dhaye Margaux May 2014
Flick a flack fleck--that sound again
Makes me smile every now and then
Each drop always soothes my palm
It always makes me so calm
Ah!I love to hear it sing
It touches me with its ring
Flick a flack fleck--that sound again
Makes me smile every now and then.
An Octelle poem
Christine Agro Apr 2014
you arrive pure white
pushing through the still cold ground
a growth that brings hope.

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