.DROPLETS.
The last coda where you rive,
Is where I ascend.
Brimming to the fringe of proximity,
An impetuous impulse to glissade down.
Tracing a solitary track, throughout my trek,
Till i reach the end and then drop .
A minority in the infinity am I.
I still shine like a gem,
Often taken down by the rim of your sweaters , your bare hands,
Perforating through the fabric to lie deep down in the depths .
J.N.
15.10.2020.
2020-10-15 20:38:12
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