They fall
they stay
they slip away
drip and disappear
they stain
leave mark on dust
and trace
again
again
again
ebb and flow
birth and go
of things delicate
and things hard
strong and weak
faithful and irreverent
colourful and dull
love and forsake
dismissal and embrace
and without word
or music
etches an old story:
where I came
and where I shall go
forget,
read me in this passing
that’s enough.
lovely.
ReplyDeleteYes ! truly a lovely poem..... i am a bit afraid of using more words because i may harm the 'beauty of these words' due to lack of knowledge about 'poetry' and i know only 'a few words' to appreciate a lovely poem like this ......
ReplyDeletei like the flow .......
and that's what water drops do, Sandika...they flow....:)) and it has flown to your heart today....they nurture and feed us in many ways....a lovely poem, Malinda...tks....katie too....
DeleteLove this.
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