Sunday, December 26, 2010

Raindrop

What would you do
If I were a raindrop
And you caught me in your palm?

Holding me close,
Would you see pure water;
The fragmented beauty of
Clouds' shattered shards?

Or would you see simply
Foggy rainwater,
Just a blank, little drop
With nothing to offer?

I'm scared to know the answer,
Shaking in my rain-boots.

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