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Life of a Rain Drop

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A tiny raindrop, with a plain little mind, falling from the sky, wavering in the wind, as millions of others alike, wonders where the land would be. Swirling in the breeze, with a sweet, sweet dream, it dashes into a seemingly wonderful stream — past forests, humming in chorus, then splashes and thrashes into the vast sea. Lost now, it stares at dolphins and whales in awe, chasing swarms of swordfish in a dazzle, gliding through glitters in the warm rays of sun, until it lifts and dances on th

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Ovid

This one is more beautiful than your previous poem, much more elaborated, even if brief. It's very cute, deeper and child-like, while not being superficial. It's great, I was super invested in the life of the rain drop while reading it

This one is more beautiful than your previous poem, much more elaborated, even if brief. It's very cute, deeper and child-like, while not being superficial. It's great, I was super invested in the life of the rain drop while reading it

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a tiny rain drop, with plain little mind,

failing from sky and wavering in wind,

as millions of others alike,

wonders where would be the land

swirling in breeze, with sweet sweet dream,

breathing cool air and bearing curious heart,

as chickadees chirping around,

dashes into seemingly wonderful stream

passing by forests, with wonders and glee,

rushing to unknown and humming in chorus,

as chipmunks hopping alone,

splashes and thrashes into vast sea

the little raindrop is lost now,

staring at dolphins and whales with awe,

chasing swarms of swordfish in dazzle,

seeks for next quests and wonders how

gliding through glitters, in warm rays of sunlight,

lifting and dancing on tip of magic waves,

as seagulls spreading wings,

evaporates and drifts into sky so bright

sliding across mists, in mourn of lost journey,

nesting in cloud and floating in breeze,

this is where it all starts and ends,

casts away, falls for dreams, awaits the next destiny

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  • Ovid

    This one is more beautiful than your previous poem, much more elaborated, even if brief. It's very cute, deeper and child-like, while not being superficial. It's great, I was super invested in the life of the rain drop while reading it

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