The Inkwell

from inkdrop – poetry, places and events

When you think of the humble raindrop,
Altering its shape by gravity
Taking the form of a clear wall, or corona in the stream
Each little drop, falls, chasing the others
Round drops and Rainbows cascade,
Falling into a pool down below.
Always constantly moving
Lovingly powered by the
Lakes and streams and clouds from above.

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