Saturday, October 17, 2009

Small pieces

Drops of water
Pieces of rain
Collide with the glass
Trickle down

More drops fall
Join one another
A small stream is born

More drops fall
Splat on the window

Each time
I find a new memory

Each drop
Hurts me more than the last

Memories trickle through my mind
Joining one another
Forming a small stream
Trickling down

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