Droplets
the droplets, silver and fresh
the beat, the rhythm
sparkling, captivating.
it is, to the fool
of no consequence.
the numb, sullen and dull
walks bare-footed,
half-witted,
weary and torn.
unknowing, uncertain
of what lies ahead
waiting...
the droplets, silver and fresh
the dagger, the heart, the blood
and the pain
it is, to the fool
his life, his misery
his fate.
with every step
solitary, grief- stricken
the light, the rainbow
and the journey
is about to end...
i've made this poem a year ago (more or less) and i want everybody's opinion. constructive, even destructive criticisms plsss?
2006-08-14
19:29:53
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