Gliding through life quietly
Like moccasins in the forest
One drop of water
In a cloudful of rain
One shining drop
On the edge of a leaf
For just a moment's breath
Then into the foreverness
Of that last descent
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Category: Reflection
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Beautiful words Lorna. We know that the last drop will return as it reaches the sea and rises into clouds to rain down once more.
Andy
My Dear Lorna,
A beautifully written poem. As I read it, lots of my thoughts become very clear. Youāre probably thinking of J and I of C. It does sadden me to think of life such as it is. So we smile and proceed.
Lauraš»
Lovely and so serene the poetry that you laid dear Lorna. The words flowed so easily and so lucidā¦thanks for sharing dear poet and keep writing. Have a great day ahead.
as easy as that...
what a therapeutic read..
thank you, dear poet
That's what we are i suppose, each of us one drop of rainfall in a cloud, to be swept into the vastness of an ocean.
Very thoughtful, contemplative verse.
I bought a native american flute last year and enjoyed playing it with its rich tones. It's the same, more or less, as the one in your picture but i can assure you that size instrument is not the one on the recording, it simply will not blow such low notes. A larger flute is being played and through a lot of electronic sound effect. But the instruments sound superb with the natural echo of a cave or beneath a bridge.
this is just so cool ........................... N
Intoxicating the quiet of that flute music and love your beautiful words dear Lorna.
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