The smallest and sweetest drop
On the very top
As breeze greets hair on beach
we propel through time
Inside an original Possessing calcareous shell swirled
embracing the consequence
That notify each adjacent instant
The sweetest drop blown off the top
Hits the dust and
Becomes callous and rugged
losing itself for the pleasures of the earth
I think i know
have figured it out at last
Forgiving others helps in forgives yourself
It’s worldwide floral, honey aroma.
Nor mine
Nor yours
it's Ours
Blowing off the very top
The sweetest drop turns warm and callous
Then fragmenting collapsing dissolving evaporating
Back into the cycle again and
Here we go again!
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