Water Flows in
You
When it
rains, water flows in you.
Drops and
drops into you.Into your mirror face, stir up ripples.
Every ripple
sings.
Every sound
from them likes the piano plays.
The piano
made from water drops.
It taps. Tapping
those claviers.
Sometimes
gently, sometimes wildly.
Sometimes slowly,
sometimes fast.
Soft, like a
whisper.
Strong, like
a march.
Waters drops
linked together, and falling like pearls.
Like
a broke-string of pearls, droped and rebounded.
Into you,
and disappeared.
When it
rains, water flows in you.
It is a piece of wirting I wrote recently. It probably won't be the best piece of writing I have during this semester, but I like it. I feel peace and comfortable when I read it. That will be all the reasons.
ReplyDeleteGreat! I love it!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem :)
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