• greencaterpillar 5w


    Water keeps falling
    in frozen droplets,
    Holding a thousand worlds inside,
    Mud scrunches it's face,
    Takes in the water pearl completely,
    Only a wet fragrance lingers
    of the drop's presence,
    It carried a thousand reflections,
    From the cloud where it was formed,
    To the dirt where it matured,
    Now only a fragrance remains,
    Then a remnant of a fragance,
    Then a mention of a remnant of a fragance,
    Then only the mentions remain,
    And then they too go away.
    Until there is a
    brand new water pearl,
    Starting it's journey
    In the gloomy cloud.