Monday 14 December 2009

Ripples

A raindrop into -
The  calm stream fell;
Generated wings all around
Seeking and yearning
To touch the shores of
The unknown, the eternal...
Each wing set on flight
Unto a direction different,
From the centre known
Aiming the centre unknown...
Many a wings born and faded
But for which DEAD
Would have been
The stream.

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