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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 May 22 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.22.04.38.17120]] |
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Two drops of water roll down the side of the can Condensed from the thick air on a warm evening Only a millimeter apart, they are alone inside themselves Until they hit the surface and merge into one A piece of dust in the stratosphere Attaches to a droplet of moisture Becomes a snowflake unique One beautiful short-lived crystal A grain of pollen floats with the wind Yellow haired and innocent to find Connection to begin the process The struggle for life Two unloved lovers wander Meandering aimlessly looking at their shoes They miss the puddle, the snowflake and the flower And bump into each other, and the process begins again |