I am the water in the river cold
the dust that the wind lets fly;
I am the the gem in the coffer of gold
and the rain that falls from the sky.
I am everything everyone knows
the thoughts that you have in your head;
I'm a fresh drop of dew on a blossoming rose
and a person, both living and dead.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Comments2
This poem flows with a universal embrace, capturing the essence of existence as both transient and timeless. The imagery of water, dust, gem, rain—anchors the reader in the tangible, yet spirals into the intangible realms of thoughts and life itself. It beautifully reflects the interconnectedness of all things, blurring the line between the physical and the ethereal. The repetition of "I am" strengthens the poem’s voice, an invitation to consider the profound depth hidden within even the simplest elements of being. An enjoyable contemplative and resonant piece.
A well rhymed truth that proclaims the unity of nature and all that we are. A fave
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