Rain

Rain

Just water,
drops

As seen
by eyes

Another information
stored and dusted

To the brain
it is

Yet the soul plays,
dances

Follows the rhythm
of chaotic drop

The beat of sad and mourn,
of crazy happy time

All past present future
in an instant moment

Rain

The cleansing water
of heaven



Poetry by uwie
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Written on 2007-02-25 at 03:33

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Rob Graber
Brain-soul contrast: good conception.
2007-02-26


Golem
Each drop echoes afar,
Each drop dies on it's own,
to us that is a reason to frown,
but as each drop embraces what's below,
it joins plenty of its kind , dear fellow,
and once they gather in mud and dust,
see them as one we, humans, must.
:)
2007-02-25