The droplets

 

 

A small pebble agitates the placid

The focal tip of his dive is a trough

It weaves concentric ripples around

The turbulence that appears to fade

Actually tugs deep deep within

Some droplets fall to water my feet

As I stand still in some deep furrows

And germinate from my buried seeds

Showered often by the ravine clouds

The essence of life often drizzles down

From her wet, long and dense tress

For she rushes to bloom in my palms

Fresh dew dipped petals gripped by sepals

Her hair flows down to drip on my feet

And I freeze to behold the resplendence

Absorbing the  eternity of this instant

And the mortality of what is timeless .

 

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