The raindrop

A raindrop mirrors the world around

While falling from sky

Then is sucked by the ground

Without knowing what it's all about

 

And yet, while dropping,

she looks around

and gets glimpses of everything:

cats, flowers

 bees buzzing by her

and wonders why

she can't grasp that fly

or smell that rose

or hear that song

long enough to understand

what it's all about

just because she keeps on falling

and falling

and, stupid as it seems,

she's in  a hurry

to hit the target

and has no time to realize

whether she likes

running

or she'd rather stop

but

it's a one-way ride

no return ticket

only one final

stop

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