Drops Poem by Trent Kilmer
Drops
Thats all we are.
We are drops in a bucket-
barely a dribble
a leak from a faucet, or some gardening hose.
We are beads on a rose, dew to the grass
a stream flowing under an overhead pass.
Clouds that twist and curve,
meandering eddies of intangible whorls,
ice that carves scars on the face of the world.
We are a torrent, a thunderous squall,
drops that exist only to fall.
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4/23/2024 3:50:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
lovely analogy drops are the reality of life a big bang carry on writing Trent thank you