Falls a raindrop



Dark

grey skies

from whence it came, 

spiralling and tumbling down 

without name; aimless, careless into

 a free fall, heeding the gravity's wondrous call. 

Rolling through a fair maiden's cheek, mistaken

by the world, as neglected teardrop meek. Fell into

 the hands of a playful child, who held and gently

 kissed it mild. Slowly it dropped and embraced

 the ground forgotten and left to be on its own;

 wryly smiling to have passed through

 this realm to silently disappear 

into the unknown.



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