Run with me in my perpetual haste. Wander with me in my desperate search. Meander with me in my whimsical course. Slalom with me in my endless vacillation. Wade with me through my hopeless misery. Sink with me to my senseless abysses. Spin with me in my eddying emotion. Cruise with me through my youthful fantasy. Flow with me in my surging spontaneity. Swim with me in my verbal euphony. Float with me in my phantasmal heaven. Whirl with me in my fragile bubble. Fly with me as I escape reality.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Why do they meet?

The leaf begins its silent descent,
Cast away by its beloved parent.
The wind's caress makes it sigh,
As it falls from its abode on high.

The cloud erupts with a clap,
Releasing a raindrop from its womb.
The raindrop in its new found freedom,
Races down to the earthy kingdom.

The leaf swings and sways,
The wind sets its pace,
The leaf sails down, light as a feather,
All elements of nature lilting together.

The raindrop, during its journey,
Kissed by the sun's rays,
Sees all of seven colors,
And many a different shape.

With a soft rustle, a final whisper,
The leaf bids farewell to the wind,
On meeting Earth it comes to a stop,
Just to catch the falling raindrop.
 
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